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fINCE Congregational Singing is becoming so universal in all Evangelical 
Churches, there is an increasing desire, on the part of Choristers and Choirs, 
to have a general Metrical Tune Book, without hymns. 
A book containing all the popular tunes from every sourcCj which can be used 
with any Hymn Book, and from which the Chorister can select a tune of his own 
choice. For such a purpose this book is now offered to the public. 

The following characteristics have been carefully observed in compiling the 


First. To have a book containing tunes in all meters, carefully selected from 
the -tvhole fountain of Church music, including the oldest and newest, containing 
more tunes than is found in our common tune books. 

Second. Every leaf to present three different classes of tunes in the same meter; 
i. e., one old familiar tune, one modern tune, and one netu tune. This gives va- 
riety on each page, suited to the tastes of the old, modern, and ne-cu. 

Third. To produce a complete Tune Book at the lowest possible expense, so 
that any church can afford to purchase for use with their own liymns; also, one 
not burdensome to hold in hand, even with the largest hymn l)ook. 

Fourth. To offer a book not in any way calculated to do away with any of the 
Standard Hymn and Tune Books now in use, but one wliich can l)e used with 
or without such books, thereby giving a greater variety of Metrical Tunes, and 
also supplying a complete Tune Book for all who have only Hymn Books. 

FU'TH. To give a book that no one denomination can claim, or object to, as it 
conlains no sentiment or hymns, and one which is especially designed for all who 
love the worship of song in the Sanctuary, and can be used in connection with 
any selection of hymns or Hymn Book. 

Respectfully submitted, asking a careful examination. 


NiiW YoKK-, January, 1874. (''^) 


With the consent of Mr. Phillips, hymns have been set 
to the music of the Metrical Tune Book. This has been done, 
not to change it from its original design, but that it may be a 
hymn book, as well as 2itunchQ>oV. 

The book has been revised, by leaving out some tunes 
and inserting others. 

In the selection of hymns, regard has been had to the 
voice of the Church universal, as to the association of certain 
tunes and hymns. "Rock of ages cleft forme," and the tune 
Toplady; "Jesus lover of my soul," and Martyn; "Arise, my 
soul, arise," and Lenox; and "All hail the power of Jesus' 
name," and Coronation, are illustrations of this. 

Due regard has also been paid to a sufficient variety of 
hymns for all occasions of public worship. The numbers at 
the head of the hymns are those of the F. M. Hymn Book, to 
^\r\ in using them together. All the more familiar hymns 
will be found in this book. 

The wants of the Sunday School have received particular 
acLention, and a large number of hymns have been selected 
and given a separate index to meet those wants. 

Chicago, 1890. J. G. TERRILL. 

Old Hundred. L. M. 




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1 The Creation Intited to Peaise God. 

FROM ail that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
Eternal truth attends thy word ; 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to 

Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring ; 
In songs of praise divinely sing ; 

The great salvation loud proclaim. 
And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 

4 In every land begin the song ; 
To every land the strains belong ; 
In cheerful sounds all voices raise, 
A.nd fill the world with loudest praise. 

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U GEAriLFUL Adoeation. 

BEFORE Jehovah's awliil throne, 
Ye nations bow with skcred joy ; 

Know that the Lord is God alone. 
He can create, and he destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 

And when like wandering sheep wo 
He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful 

High as the heavens our voices raise • 
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding 


4 Wide as the world is thy command ; 
Vast as eternity thy love ; 

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand. 
When rolling years shall cease to move 
Isaac Watts, Alt'd. 


Thomas Ken, 1697. 

Praise God from whom all blessings flow; 
Praise him, all creatures here below; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Ward. L. M. 

Arr. hy Dr. Mason, 1830. Scotch. 



Sun of my Soul. L. M. 

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*My Redeemer Lives. L. M. 

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PRAYER is appointed to convey 

The l)lessings God designs to give : 
Long as they live should Christians pray ; 

They learn to pray when first they live. 

2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress ; 
If cares distract, or fears dismay ; 

If guilt deject ; if sin distress ; 
In every ease, still watch and pray. 

3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's 

weak ; [lame, 

Though thought be broken, language 
Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak ; 
But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 

4 Depend on him ; thou canst not fail ; 
Make all thy wants and wishes known : 

Fear not ; his merits must prevail : 
Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 

J. Hart. 
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iO Abide WITH Us. 

SUN of my soul, thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if thou be near : 

may no earthborn cloud arise 

To hide tliee from thy servant's eyes. 

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast. 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh. 
For without thee I dare not die. 

4 If some poor wandering child of thine, 
Has spurned, to-day, the voice divine. 
Now, Lord, ttie gracious work begin ; 
Let him no more lie down in sin. 

5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor 
With blessings from thy boundless store 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night. 
Like infants' slumbers, pure and light. 

6 Come near and bless us when we wake. 
Ere through the world our way we take; 
Till, in the ocean of thy love. 

We lose ourselves in heaven above. 

John Keble. 

ill Because He Liveth I Shall 
Live Also. 

1 KNOW that my Redeemer lives. 
What joy the blest assurance gives! 
He lives, he lives, who once was dead; 
He lives, my everlasting Head! 

2 He lives, to bless me with his love; 
He lives, to plead for mo above; 

He lives, my hungry soul to feed; 
He lives, to help in time of need. 

3 He lives, and grants me daily breath; 
fie lives, and I shall conquer death; 

He lives, my mansion to prepare, 
He lives, to bring me safely there. 

4 He lives, all glory to his name; 
He lives, my Saviour still the same; 
What joy the blest assurance gives, 
I know that my Redeemer lives. 

Samuel Medley. 

1 Z4f Come, Ceeatoe Spieit. 
O COME, Creator Spirit blest! 
Within these sovds of thine to rest; 
Come^ with thy grace and heavenly aid, 
To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 

2 Come, Holy Spirit, now descend! 
Most blessed gift which God can send; 
Thou Fire of love, and Fount of life! 
Consume our sins, and calm our strife. 

3 With patience firm and purpose high, 
The weakness of our fiesh supply; 
Kindle our senses from above, _ 

And make our hearts o'erflow with love. 

4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
A.nd grant us thy true peace instead; 
So shall we not, with thee to guide. 
Turn from the paths of life aside. 

Gregory the Great. 

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»)^ Holiness. 

HOLY as thou, O Lord, is none; 
Thy holiness is all thine own; 
A drop of that unbounded sea 
Is ours, — a drop derived from thee. 

2 And when thy purity we share, 
Thine only glory we declare; 
And, humbled into nothing, own. 
Holy and pure is God alone. 

3 Sole, self-existing God and Lord, 
By all thy heavenly hosts adored. 
Let all on earth bow down to thee. 
And own thy peerless majesty: 

4 Thy power unparalleled confess, 
Established on the Rock of peace; 
The Rock that never shall remove, 
The Rock of pure, almighty love. 

Charles Wesley. 

1 U J The Gbeat Antettpe. 

O THOU whose offering on the tree 
The legal offerings all foreshowed. 

Borrowed their whole effect from thee, 
And drew their virtue from thy blood: 

2 The blood of goats and bullocks slain. 
Could never for one sin atone; 

To purge the guilty offerer's stain, 
Thine was the work, and thine alone. 

3 These feeble types and shadows old. 
Are all in thee, the Truth, fulfilled: 

Wo in thy sacrifice behold 
The substance of those rites revealed. 


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Just AS I am. 
JUST as I am, without one plea, 
But that thy blood was shed for me, 
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, 
O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 

2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot, 

To thee whose blood can cleanse each 

O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 

3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
Fightings within, and fears without, 
O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 

4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind, 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind. 
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 

O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 

5 Just as I am — thou wilt receive, 
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, reliev 
Because thy i)romise I believe, 

O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 

6 Just as I am — thy love unknown 
Hath broken every barrier down; 
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 

Charlotte Elliott. 

OOJj Come as Thou Aet. 

JUST as thou art, without one trace 
Of love, or joy, or inward grace, 
Or meetness for the heavenly place, 
O guilty sinner, come! 

2 Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be 

Trust not the world; it gives no rest; 
Christ gives relief to hearts opprest, 
O weary sinner, come! 

3 Come, leave thy burden at the cross, 
Count all thy gains but empty dross; 
His grace repays all earthly loss, 

O needy sinner, come! 

4 Come, liither bring thy boding fears, 
Thy aching heart, thy mournful tears; 
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears, 

O trembling sinner, come! 

R. S. Cook. 

O ^ O YouE Life Is Hid with Chbist. 
YE FAITHFUL souls, who Jesus know, 

If risen indeed with him ye are, 
Superior to the joys below, 

His resurrection's power declare. 
2 Your faith V)y holy tempers prove: 

By actions show your sins forgiven: 
And s(>ek the glorious tilings above. 

And follow Christ your head to heaven. 
? There your exalted Saviour see. 

Seated at God's right hand a^ain. 

In all his Father's majesty, 
In everlasting pomp to reign. 

4 To him continually aspire, 
Contending for your native place. 

And emulate the angel choir, 
And only live to love and praise. 

5 For who V)y faith your Lord receive, 
Ye nothing seek or want beside; 

Dead to the world and sin ye live; 
Your creature-love is crucified. 

6 Your real life, with Christ concealed, 
Deep in the Father's bosom lies; 

And glorious as your Head revealed. 
Ye soon shall meet him in the skies. 
Charles Wesley. 

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\} u % Living to Seeve the Cause 

OF Christ. 
MY GRACIOUS Lord, I own thy right, 

To every service I can pay. 
And call it my supreme delight 

To hear thy dictates, and obey. 

2 What is my being but for thee. 
Its sure support, its noblest end? 

'Tis my delight thy face to see. 
And serve the cause of such a Friend. 

3 I would not sigh for worldly joy. 
Or to increase my worldly good; 

Nor future days nor powers employ 
To spread a sounding name abroad. 

4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live. 
To him who for my ransom died; 

Nor could all worldly honor give 
Such bliss as crowns me at his side. 

5 His work my hoary age shall bless, 
When youthful vigor is no more; 

And my last hour of life confess 
His saving love, his glorious power. 
P Doddridge. 

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Oil Cheist's Peesence Makes Death 

WHY should we start, and fear to die? 

What timorous worms we mortals are! 
Death is the gate to endless joy. 

And yet we dread to enter there. 

2 The pains, the groans, the dying .^uiile, 
Fright our approaching souls away; 

And we shrink back again to life. 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 

3 O would my Lord his servant meet, 
My soul would stretch her wings in 

Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 

4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
Feel soft as downy pillows are, 

While on his breast I lean my head, 
And breathe my life out sweetly there. 
Isaac Watts. 


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fJO 4 Salvation BY Grace THROUGH 

WE HAVE no outward righteousness, 

No merits or good works, to plead; 
Wo only can be saved by grace: 

Thy grace, O Lord, is free indeed. 

2 Save us by grace, through faith alone, 
A faith thou must thyself impart; 

A faith that would by works be shown, 
A faith that purifies the heart: 

3 A faith that doth the mountains move, 
A faith that shows our sins forgiven, 

A faith that sweetly works by love. 
And ascertains our claim to heaven. 

4 This is the faith we humbly seek. 
The faith in thy all-cleansing blood; 

Tliat faith which doth for sinners speak, 
O let it speak us up to God! 

Charles Wesley. 

2iX 7 L- M. 

O I Anticipating the Heavenly 
LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, 
On this thy day, in this thy house; 
And own, as grateful sacrifice, 
The songs which from thy servants rise. 

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love. 
But there's a nobler rest above; 

To that our laboring souls aspire. 
With ardent hope and strong desire. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress. 
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; 
No sighs shall mingle with the songs. 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

4 No rude alarms of raging foes; 
No cares to break the long repose; 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun; 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

5 O long-expected day, begin; 
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin: 
Fain would we leave this weary road. 
And sleep in death, to rest with God. 

1*. Doddridge. 

04<O Only BY Faith. 

LORD, I despair jnyself to heal; 
I see my sin, but cannot feel; 

1 cannot, till thy Spirit lilow 
And bid the obedient waters flow. 

2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give; 
Thy gifts I only can receive; 
Here, then, to thee I all resign; 

To draw, redeem, and seal, are thine. 

3 With simple faith, on thee I call, 
My light, my life, my Lord, my all: 
I wait the moving of the pool; 

I wait the word that speaks me whole, 

4 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, 
Make my infected nature pure: 


Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, 
And pour thyself into my heart! 

Charles Wesley. 

O OO The Lord our Righteousness. 
LET not the wise their wisdom boast, 

The mighty glory in their might; 
The rich in flattering riches trust. 

Which take their everlasting flight. 

2 The rush of numerous years bears 

The most gigantic strength of man; 
And where is all his wisdom gone, 
When, dust, he turns to dust again? 

3 One only gift can justify 

The boasting soul that knows his God; 
When Jesus doth his blood apply, 
I glory in his sprinkled blood. 

4 The Lord my righteousness I praise, 
I triumph in the love divine; 

The wisdom, wealth, and strength of 
In Christ to endless ages mine, [grace, 
Charles Wesley. 
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T f 7 ^ Blest Hour of Prayer . 
BLEST hour, when mortal man retires 

To hold communion with his God; 
To send to heaven his warm desires. 
And listen to the sacred word. 

2 Blest liour, when God himself draws 

Well pleased his people's voice to hear 
To hush the penitential sigh, 

And wipe away the mourner's tear. 

5 Blest hour, for, where the Lord resorts. 
Foretastes of future bliss are given; 

A.nd mortals And his earthly courts 

The house of God, the gate of heaven, 
i Hail, peaceful hour! supremely blest 

Amid the hours of worldly care; 
The hour that yields the spirit rest, 

That sacred hour, the hour of prayer. 
5 And when my hours of prayer are past, 

And this frail tenement decays. 
Then may I spend in heaven at last 

A never-ending hour of praise. 

Thomas Raffles. 
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-t.iV/ Filial Confidence and Joy. 
GREAT God, indulge my humble claim; 

Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest; 
The glories tliat compose thy name 

Stand all engaged to make me blest. 
2 Thou great and good, thou just and 

Thou art my Fathei and my God; [wise. 
And I am thine by sacred ties. 

Thy son, thy servant bought with blood. 
.'5 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands. 

For thee I long, to thee I look; 
As travelers in thirsty lands 

Pant for the cooling water-brook. 


Migdol. L. M. 

Dr. L. MASox, 1840. 





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0^0 Heavenly Bliss in Prospect. 
ARISE, my soul, on wings sublime, 
Above the vanities of time; 
Let faith now pierce the veil, and see 
The glories of eternity. 

2 Born by a new, celestial birth, 
Why should I grovel here on earth? 
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys, 
So near to heaven's eternal joysV 

3 Shall aught beguile me on the road. 
The narrow road, that leads to GodV 
Or can I love this earth so well, 

As not to long with God to dwell? 

4 To dwell with God, — to taste his love, 
Is the full heaven enjoyed above: 

The glorious expectation now 
Is heavenly bliss begun below. 

U 41 1/ Following the Saviour . 
O THOU, to whose all-searching sight 
The darkness shineth as the light. 
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee; 
O burst these bonds, and set it free. 

2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, 
Nail my atfectlons to the cross; 
Hallow each thought; let all within 
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 

3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow. 
When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 

4 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see. 
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee; 
O let thy hand support me still, 
And lead me to thy holy hill. 

5 If rough and thorny be the way. 
My strength proportion to my day; 
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease. 
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace. 

l*H L. M. 

U 1 Excellency of Christ's Religion . 
LET everlasting glories crown 

Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; 
Thy hands have brought salvation down. 

And writ the blessing in thy word. 

2 In vain our trembling conscience seek: 
Some solid ground to rest upon; 

With long despair our spirit breaks, 
Till wo apply to thee alone. 

3 How well thy blessed truths agree! 
How wise and holy thy commands! 

Thy promises, how firm they be! 
How firm our hope and comfort stands 

4 Should all the forms that men devise 
Assault my faith with treacherous art, 

I'd call them vanity and lies. 
And bind thy Gospel to my heart. 

Isaac Watte. 


74141 The Latter Day Glory. 
BEHOLD, the heathen waits to know 
The joy the Gospel will bestow; 
The exiled captive to receive 
The freedom Jesus has to give. 

2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, 
In this blest labor share a part; 
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring 
To aid the triumphs of our King. 

8 Our hearts exult in songs of praise. 
That we have seen these latter days. 
When our Redeemer shall be known, 
Where Satan long hath held his throne. 

4 Where'er his hand lath spread the skies, 
Sweet incense to his name shall rise; 
And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew, 
By sovereign grace be formed anew. 

Mrs. Yoke. 

l40 Souls Perishing. 
SHEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye 

The thousands of our Israel see; 
To thee in their behalf we cry. 

Ourselves but newly found in thee. 

2 See where o'er desert wastes they err, 
And neither food nor feeder have, 

Nor fold, nor place of refuge near. 
For no man cares their souls to save. 

3 Thy people, Lord, are sold for naught. 
Nor know they their Redeemer nigh; 

They perish, whom thyself hast l^ought; 
Their souls for lack of knowledge die. 

4 The pit its mouth hath opened wide, 
To swallow up its careless prey; 

Why should they die, when thou hast died: 
Hast died to bear their sins away? 

5 Why should the foe thy purchase seize? 
Remember, Lord, thy dying groans: 

The meed of all thy sufl'erings these; 
O claim them for thy ransomed ones! 

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J. 1 v An Advocate with the Father. 

JESUS, my advocate above. 
My friend before the throne of love, 
If now for me prevails thy prayer, 
If now I find thee pleading there, 

2 If thou the secret wish convey. 
And sweetly prompt my heart to pray, 
Hear, and my weak petitions join. 
Almighty Advocate, to thine. 

:S Jesus, my heart's desire obtain; 
My earnest suit present, and gain: 
My fullness of corruption show; 
The knowledge of nyself bestow. 

4 Save me from death; from hell set free; 
Death, hell, are but the want of thee: 
My life, my only heaven thou art; 
O ?night I feel theo in wy heart, 


Portugal. L. M. 

Thos. Thokley, 17—. 


Olive's Brow. L. M. 

Sojl and(jcntle. Wm. B. Biiadbuiiy, 1853. 

Repose. L. M. 

G. F. Handel. 





jIHis Universal Diffusion. 
ON ALL the earth thy Spirit shower; 

The earth in righteousDess renew; 
Thy kingdom come, and hell's o'erpower, 

And to thy sceptre all subdue. 

2 Like mighty winds, or torrents fierce. 
Let him opposers all o'errun; 

And every law of sin reverse, 
That faith and love may make all one. 

3 Yea, let him, Lord, in every place, 
His richest energy declare; 

While lovely tempers, fruits of grace. 
The kingdom of thy Christ prepare. 

4 Grant this, O holy God and true; 
The ancient seers thou didst inspire;-' 

To us perform the promise due. 
Descend, and crown us now with fire. 
H. Moore. Alt. by J. Wesley. 

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X O Fullness and Suffioiency 
OF THE Atonement. 
JESUS, thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress: 
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed. 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day, 
For who aught to my charge shall lay? 
Fully absolved through these I am, 
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 

3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, 
Who from the Father's bosom came. 
Who died for me; e'en me to atone. 
Now for my Lord and God I own. 

4 Lord, I believe thy precious blood. 
Which, at the mercy-seat of God, 
Forever doth for sinners plead. 

For me, e'en for my soul, was shed. 

5 Lord, I believe were sinners more 
Than sands upon the ocean shore, 
Thou hast for all a ransom paid. 
For all a full atonement made. 

N. L. Zinzendorf. Tr. by J.Wesley. 
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V 1 Christ in Gethsemane. 
'TIS midnight; and on Olive's brow 

The star is dimmed that lately shone* 
'Tis midnight; in the garden now. 

The suffering Saviour prays alone. 

2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed. 
The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; 

E'en that disciple whom he loved 
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt 
The Man of sorrows weeps in blood; 

Yet he that hath in anguish knelt 
Is not forsaken by his God. 

4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains 
Is borne the song that angels know; 

Unheard by mortals are the strains 
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 
William B. Tappan. 

^ U U The River of Life. 
GREAT Source of being and of love! 
Thou waterest all the worlds above; 
And all the joys which mortals know, 
From thine exhaustless fountain How. 
2 A sacred spring, at thy command. 
From Zion's mount, in Canaan's land. 
Beside thy temple cleaves the ground. 
And pours its limpid stream around. 
;? Close by its banks, m order fair, 
The blooming trees of life appear; 
Their blossoms fragrant odors give, 
And on their fruit the nations live. 
4 Flow, wondrous stream! with glory 

Flow on to earth's remotest bound; 
And bear us, on thy gentle wave. 
To him who all thy virtues gave. 

P. Doddridge. 

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% ^ i For the Jews and Gentiles. 
HEAD of the Church, whose Spirit fills 
And flows through every faithful soul. 
Unites in mystic love, and seals 
Them one, and sanctifies the whole : 

2 "Come, Lord," thy glorious Spirit cries, 
And souls beneath the altar groan; 

"Come, Lord," the Bride on earth replies, 
"And perfect all our souls in one." 

3 Pour out the promised gift on all; 
Answer the universal, "Come!" 

The fullness of the Gentiles call. 
And take thine ancient people home. 

4 To uhee let all the nations flow; 
Let all obey the Gospel word; 

Let all their bleeding Saviour know, 
Filled with the glory of the Lord. 

5 O, for thy truth and mercy's sake, 
The purchase of thy passion claim; 

Thine heritage, the Gentiles, take. 
And cause the world to know thy name. 
Charles Wesley. 

QQ L. M. 

fj OTrue Worship Everywhere Accepted- 
O THOU, to whom, in ancient time- 

The psalmist's sacred harp was strung. 
Whom kings adored in song sublime, 

And prophets praised with glowing 

2 Not now on Zion's height alone 
The favored worshiper may dwell. 

Nor where, at sultry noon, tliy Son 
Sat weary at the Patriarch's well. 

3 From every place below the skies, 
The grateful song, the fervent prayer, 

The incense of the heart, may rise 
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 

4 O thou, to whom, in ancient time 
The holy prophet's harp was strung; 

To thee, at last, in every clime, 
SluiU. temples rise, and praisQ bQ aung. 


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Glohyinq Oni-yin the Ckoss. 

L. M. 

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross 

On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 

And pour contempt on all my pride. 
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast. 

Save in the death of Christ, my God; 
All the vain things that charm me most, 

I sacrifice them to his blood, 
8 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 

Sorrow and love flow mingled down: 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet. 

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine. 

That were a present far too small; 
Love so amazing, so divine, 

Demands my soul, my life, my all. 

Isaac Watts. 

7Q L. M. 

t U Christ foe Me. 

JESUS, whom angel hosts adore. 
Became a man of griefs for me: 

In love, though rich, becoming poor, 
That I through him enriched might be, 

2 Though Lord of all, above, below, 
He went to Olivet for me: 

There drank my cup of wrath and woe, 
When bleeding in Gethsemane. 

3 The ever-blessed Son of God 
Went up to Calvary for me; 

There paid my debt, there bore my load, 
lu hia own body on the tree. 

4 .Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies. 
Went down into the grave for me; 

There overcame my enemies. 
There won the glorious victory, 

6 'Tig finished all: the vail is rent. 
The welcome sure, the access free: — 

Now then, we leave our banishment, 
O Father, to return to thee! 

H. Bonar. 

OOUFoR Constant Devotedness. 

LORD, fill me with an humble fear; 

My utter helplessness reveal; 
Satan and sin are always near. 

Thee may I always nearer feel. 

2 Othat to thee my constant mind 
Might with an even flame aspire; 

Pride in its earliest motions find. 
And mark the risings of desird. 

3 Othat my tender soul might fly 
The first abhorred approach of ill; 

Quick as the apple of an eye, 
The slightest touch of sin to feel. 

A Tillthou anew my soul create. 

Still may I strive, and watch, and pray, 

Pumbly and confidently wait. 
And long to see the perfect day. 
., Charles Wesley. 



tiU Resignation to God's Will. 
ALL scenes alike engaging prove 
To souls impressed with sacred love; 
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee; 
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 

2 To me remains nor place nor time; 
My country is in every clime, 

1 can be calm and free from care 
On any shore since God is there. 

3 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
The soul finds happiness in none; 

But with my God to guide my way, 
'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 

4 Could I be cast where thou art not, 
That were indeed a dreadful lot. 
But regions none remote I call 
Secure of finding God in all. 

Madame Galon, 

L. M. 

HE Hidings of the Father's Face. 
FROM Calvary a cry was heard, 

A bitter and heart-rending cry; 
My Saviour! every mournful word 

Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony. 

2 A horror of great darkness fell 
On thee, thou spotless, holy One! 

And all the swarming hosts of hell 
Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 

3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep 

These thou couldst bear,nor once repine; 
But when Jehovah veiled his face. 
Unutterable pangs were thine. 

4 Let the dumb world" its silence break; 
Let pealing anthems rend the sky; 

Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! 
He died, that we might never die. 

5 Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye: 
If e'er I lose its strong control, 

O, let that dying, piercing cry, 
Melt and reclaim my wand'ring soul. 
J. W. Cunningham. 

Q77 L. M. 

O i * The Healing Power ov Christ. 
THOUGH eighteen hundred years are past 

Since Christ did in the flesh appear. 
His tender mercies ever last, 

And still his healing power is here. 

2 Would he the body's health restore. 
And not regard the sin-sick soul ? 

The sin-sick soul he loves much more, 
And surely he will make it whole. 

3 All my disease, my every sin, 
To thee, O Jesus, I confess: 

In pardon, Lord, my cure begin, 
And perfect it in holiness. 

4 That token of thine utmost good. 
Now, Saviour, now, on me bestow; 

And purge my conscience with thy blood, 
And wash my nature white as snow. 
Charles Wesley. 


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BROAD is the road that leads to death, 

And thousands walk together there; 
But wisdom shows a narrow path, 

With here and there a traveler. 

2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," 
Is the Redeemer's great command; 

Nature must count her gold but dross, 
If she would gain the heavenly land. 

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, 
And walks the ways of God no more. 

Shall be esteemed no more a saint, 
And makes his own destruction sure. 

4 Lord, let not all our hopes be vain: 
Create my heart entirely new: 

Which hypocrites could ne'er attain. 
Which false professors never knew. 

Isaac Watts. 

1 PC O L. M, 

xO :^ Oeiginal and Actual Sin. 
LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin. 
And born unholy and unclean; 
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall 
Corrupts his race, and taints us all. 

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath 
The seeds of sin grow up for death; 
Thy law demands a perfect heart, 
But we're defiled in every ijart. 

3 Behold, we fall before thy face; 
Our only refuge is thy grace; 

No outward forms can make us clean; 
The leprosy lies deep within. 

4 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest. 
Nor running brook, nor Hood, nor sea. 
Can wash the dismal stain away. 

5 Jesus, thy Vjlood, thy blood alone, 
Hath power sufficient to atone; 

Thy blood can make us white as snow; 
No Jewish types could cleanse us so. 

6 While guilt disturbs and breaks our 

Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; 
Lord, let us hear thy pardoning voice. 
And make these broken hearts rejoice. 
Isaac Watts. 

O t) U Withdeaw Not the Spirit. 
STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay. 

Though I have done thee such despite; 
Nor ( ast the sinner quite away. 

Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

2 Tho' I have steeled my stubborn heart. 
And shaken off my guilty fears; 

And vexed, and urged thee to depart, 
For many long rebellious years: 

3 Though I have most unfaithful been, 
Of all who o'er thy grace received; 

Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; 
Ten thousand times thy goodness 

4 Yet 0! the chief of sinners spare, 
In honor of my great High Priest; 

Nor in thy righteous anger swear 
To exclude me from thy jjeople's rest. 
Charles Wesley. 


L. M. 

The Accepted Time. 
WHILE God invites, how blest the day! 

How sweet the Gospel's charming sound! 
Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, 

While yet a pardoning God is found. 

2 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 
Shall death command you to the grave, 

Before his bar your spirits bring. 
And none be found to hear or save. 

3 In that lone land of deep despair. 

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise, 
No God regard your bitter prayer, 
No Saviour call you to the skies. 

4 Now God invites; how blest the day! 
How sweet the Gospel's charming 

sound! ■ 
Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, 
While yet a pardoning God is found. 
T. Dwight. 

L UThe Geave Shall Restoee its 

UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb; 

Take this new treasure to thy trust; 
And give these sacred relics room 

To slumber in the silent dust. 

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 
Invade thy bonds: no mortal woes 

Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
While angels watch the soft repose. 

3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son 
Passed through the grave, and blest the 

Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne 
The morning break and pierce the 

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn; 
Attend, O earth! his sovereign word; 

Restore thy trust — a glorious form. 
Called to ascend and meet the Lord. 
Isaac Watts. 

1 r;o L. M. 

i ») t/ Earthly Things Vain and Tran- 
HOW vain is all beneath the skies! 

How transient every ciutlily bliss! 
How slender all the fondrst tics 
That bind us to u world like this! 

2 The evening cloud, the morniag dew. 
The withering grass, the fading flower, 

Of earthly hopes are emblems true, 
The glory of a passing hour. 

3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die. 
And all beneath the skies is vain, 

There is a brighter world on higii. 
Beyond tho reach of care and pain. 

p. E. Ford, 


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O D The Stubborn Heabt. 
O FOR a glance of heavenly day, 
To take this stubborn heart away: 
And thaw, with beams of love divine, 
This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 

2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake : 
The seas can roar; the mountains shake: 
Of feeling, all things show some sign, 
But this unfeeling heart of mine. 

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, 
O Lord, an adamant would melt: 
But I can read each moving line, 
And nothing moves this heart of mine. 

4 Thy judgments too, which devils fear, 
Amazing thought! unmoved I hear; 
Goodness and wrath in vain combine 
To stir this stupid heart of mine. 

5 But power divine can do the deed; 
And, Lord, that power I greatly need; 
Thy Spirit can from dross refine. 

And melt and change this heart of mine. 
J. Hart. 

loo The Soul's Best Portion. 
ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame. 

Teach me the measure of my days, 
Teach me to know how frail I am, 

And spend the remnant to thy praise. 

2 My days are shorter than a span; 
A little point my life appears; 

How frail, at best, is dying man! 
How vain are all his hopes and fears! 

3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show; 
Vain are the cares which rack his mind: 

He heaps up treasures mixed with woe. 
And dies, and leaves them all behind. 

4 O be a nobler portion mine! 

My God, I bow before thy throne; 
Earth's Heeting treasures I resign. 
And fix my hope on thee alone. 

A. Steele. 

L. M. 

-Loo The Inbred Leprosy 
JESUS, a word, a look from thee, 

Can turn my heart, and make it clean; 
Purge out the inbred leprosy. 

And save me from my bosom sin. 

2 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe 
Thou canst the saving grace impart; 

Thou canst this instant now forgive. 
And stamp thine imago on my heart. 

3 My heart which now to thee I raise, 

I know thou cans*^^ this moment cleanse; 
The deepest stains of sin efface, 
And drive the evil spirit hence. 

4 Be it according to thy word; 
Accomplish now thy work in me; 

And let my soul, to lienlth restored. 
Devote its deathless powers to thee. 
Charles Wesley. 


1 uU Peaceful Death Expected, 

AND Prayed for. 
SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, 

I soon shall gather up my feet; 
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath. 

And die, my father's God to meet. 

2 Numbered among thy people, I 
Expect with joy thy face to see: 

Because thou didst for sinners die, 
Jesus, in death remember me! 

3 O that, without a lingering groan, 
I may the welcome word receive; 

My body with my charge lay down, 
And cease at once to work and live. 

4 Walk with me thro' the dreadful shade, 
And, certified that thou art mine. 

My spirit, calm and undismayed, 
I shall into thy hands resign. 

5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, 
Shall damp whom Jesus' presence 

My Light, my Life, my God is come, 
And glory in his face appears. 

1 1 Balm in Gilead, and a Good 

Physician There. 
DEEP are the wounds which sin has made. 

Where shall the sinner find a cure? 
In vain, alas! is nature's aid; 

The work exceeds her utmost power. 

2 But can no sovereign balm be found, 
And is no kind physician nigh, 

To ease the pain, and heal the wound, 
Ere life and hope forever fiy? 

3 There is a great Physician near; 
Look up, O fainting soul, and live; 

See, in his heavenly smiles, appear 
Such help as nature cannot give. 

3 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, 
Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow; 

And in that sacrificial flood 
A balm for all thy grief and woe. 

A. Steele. 

1)40 Living to THE Globy OF God. 
O THOU! who hast at thy command 
The hearts of all men in thy hand; 
Our wayward, erring hearts incline 
To have no other will but thine. 

2 Our wishes, our desires, control; 
Mould every purpose of the soul; 
O'er all may we victorious prove 
That stands between us and thy love. 

3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be, 
When we can look through them to thee; 
When each glad heart its tribute pays 
Of love, and gratitude, and praise. 

4 And while we to thy glory live, 
May we to thee all glory give. 
Until tiie final summons come. 
That calls thy willing servants home. 

Sessions. L. M 

L. O. unvrERSON. 

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L. M. 

The Vow Sealed at the Cross. 


LORD, I am thine, entirely thine, 
Purchased and saved by blood divine; 
With full consent thine would I be, 
And own thy sovereign right in me. 

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place 
Among the children of thy grace; 

A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 

3 Thine would I live — thine would I die, 
Be thine through all eternity; 

The vow is past beyond repeal. 
And now I set the solemn seal. 

4 Here, at the cross where flows the blood 
That k ought my guilty soul for God, 
Thee, my new Master, now I call, 

And consecrate to thee my all. 

5 Do thou assist a feeble worm 
The great engagement to perform; 
Thy grace can full assistance lend, 
And on that grace I dare depend. 

S. Davieu. 

J- ^ X The Promised Comforter. 
LORD, we believe to us and ours 

The apostolic promise given; 
We wait the pentecostal powers. 

The Holy Ghost sent down from heaven. 

2 Assembled here with one accord. 
Calmly we wait the promised grace. 

The purchase of our dying Lord; 
Come, Holy Ghost, and fill the place. 

3 If every one that asks may find, 
If still thou dost on sinners fall. 

Come as a mighty rushing wind ; 
Great grace be now upon us all. 

4 Ah! leave us not to mourn below, 
Or long for thy return to pine; 

Now, Lord, the Comforter bestow. 
And fix in us the Guest divine. 

Charles Wesley. 

L. M. 

The Minister's Prayer. 

SAVIOUR of men, thy searching eye 
Doth all mine inmost thoughts descry: 
Doth aught on earth my wishes raise, 
Or the world's pleasures, or itb praise? 

2 The love of Christ doth me constrain 
To seek the wandering souls of men; 
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save, 
To snatch them from the gaping grave. 
.3 For this let men revile my name; 
No cross I shun, I fear no shame: 
All hail, reproach; and welcome, pain; 
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain. 

My life, my blood, I here present, 
If for thy truth they may be spent; 
Fulfill thy sovereign counsel, Lord; 
Thy will be done, thy name adored. 

Give me thy strength, O God of power, 
Then let winds blow, or thunders roar, 
Thy faithful witness will I be: 
'Tis fixed; I can do all through thee. 

.J. J. Winkler, Tr. by J, Wesley. 

mL. M. 
Christ the Good Physician. 

JESUS, thy far-extended fame 

My drooping soul exults to hear; 
Thy name, thy all-restoring name, 

Is music in a sinner's ear. 
2 Sinners of old thou didst receive 

With comfortable words, and kind; 
Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve. 

Heal the diseased, and cure the blind. 
.3 And art thou not the Saviour still, 

In every place and age the same? 
Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill, 

Or lost the virtue of thy name? 
4 Faith in thy changeless name I have; 

The good, the kind Physician, thou 
Art able now our souls to save. 

Art willing to restore them now. 

Charles Wesley. 

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Dr. Thos. Hastings, 1840. 

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4^0f7 The Meeoy-seat. 

FROM every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat; 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads; 

A place than all besides more eweet, 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 

3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend 
Though sundered far, by faith they meet, 
Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, 
When tempted, desolate, dismayed? 
Or how the hosts of hell defeat. 
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat? 

5 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, 
And sin and sense molest no more ; 
And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

H. Stowell. 
109 L. M. 

± »/ ^ The Divine Teachee. 
HOW sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound 

From lips of gentleness and grace, 
While list'ning thousands gathered round. 

And joy and reverence filled the place. 

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he 

To heaven he led his followers' way; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke. 
Unveiling an immortal day. 

3 Come, wanderers, to my Father's home 
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest. 

Yes, sacred Teacher! we will come, 
Obey, and be forever blest. 

4 Decay, then, tenements of dust! 
Pillars of earthly pride, decay! 

A nobler mansion waits the just. 
And Jesus has prepared the way. 

J . Bowering. 

L. M. 

The Pleasure op Pttblio Wobship. 
HOW pleasant, how divinely fair, 
Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are! 
With strong desire my spirit faints 
To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 
2 Blest are the saints that sit on high, 
Around thy throne of majesty: 
Thy brightest glories shine above. 
And all their work is praise and love. 
8 Blest are the souls that find a place 
Within the temple of thy grace: 
Here they behold thy gentler rays, 
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
To find the way to Zion's gate: 

God is their strength, and through the road 
They lean upon their helper, God. 

5 Cheerful they walk with growing 

Till all shall meet in heaven at length; 
Till all before thy face appear. 
And join in nobler worship there. 

Isaac Watts. 


Lift up our Heahts To Thee. 
CHRIST, who hast prepared a place 
For us around thy throne of grace. 
We pray thee, lift our hearts above, 
And draw them with the cords of love. 
2 Source of all good, thou, gracious Lord, 
Art our cxcccdm^ great reward; 
How transient is our present pain, 
How boundless our eternal gain! 
:^ With open face and joyful heart, 
We then siuiU see thee as thou art: 
Our love shall never cease to glow. 
Our praise shall never cease to flow. 
4 Thy never-failing grace to prove, 
A surety of thine endless love, 
Send down thy Holy Ghost, that he 
May raise our longing souls to thee. 
Santt)lia8 Victorinus. Tr. by Chandler. 



Rockingliam. L. M. 

Lowell, Mason, 1830. 


L*jL Love which Passeth Knowledge. 

OP HIM who did salvation bring, 

1 could forever think and sing; 
Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve; 
Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive. 

2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given, 
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven: 
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, 
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole. 

3 To shame our sins he blushed in blood. 
He closed his eyes to show us God: 

Let all the world fall down and know, 
That none but God such love can show. 

4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone 

I shed my tears and make my moan; 
Where'er I am, where'er I move, 
I meet the object of my love. 

5 Insatiate to this spring I fly; 
I drink, and yet am ever dry: 

Ah! who against thy charms is proof? 
Ah! who that loves can love enough? 

Bernard of Clairvaux, 

1 OD L. M. 

XiiOTHE Plenitude of His Gbaoe 

AND Power. 
SPIRIT of the living God, 

In all thy plenitude of grace. 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 

Descend on our apostate race. 

2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, 
To preach the reconciling word; 

Give power and unction from above. 
Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light; 
Confusion — order, in thy path; 

Souls without strcngth,inspire with might, 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh 
The triumphs of the cross record; 

The name of Jesus glorify. 
Till every kindred call him Lord. 

J. MoRtgomery. 


L. M. 

One Fold and one Shephebd. 

GIVER of peace and unity, 
Send down thy mild pacific Dove; 

We all shall then in one agree, 
And breathe the spirit of thy love, 

2 We all shall think and speak the same 
Delightful lesson of thy grace: 

One undivided Christ proclaim. 
And jointly glory in thy praise. 

3 O let us take a softer mould, 
Blended and gathered into thee; 

Under one Shepherd make one fold. 
Where all is love and harmony. 

4 Regard thine own eternal prayer. 
And send a peaceful answer down: 

To us thy Father's name declare; 
Unite and perfect us in one. 

5 So shall the world believe and know 
That God hath sent thee from above. 

When thou art seen in us below, 
And every soul displays thy love. 

Charles Wesley, 

L. M. 


Fob Lowliness and Purity. 

JESUS, in whom the Godhead's rays 
Beam forth with mildest majesty; 

1 see thee full of truth and grace. 
And come for all I want to thee. 

2 Save me from pride, the plague expel; 
Jesus, thine humble self impart: 

O let thy mind within me dwell; 
O give me lowliness of heart. 

3 Enter thyself, and cast out sin; 
Thy spotless purity bestow: 

Touch me, and make the leper clean; 
Wash me, and I am white as snow. 

4 Sprinkle me. Saviour, with thy blood, 
And all thy gentleness is mine; 

And plunge me in the purple flood, 
Till all I am is lost in thine. 

Charles Wesley. 

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His Everlasting Arms of Love. 

HOW do thy mercies close me round! 
Forever be thy name adored; 

1 blush in all things to abound; 
The servant is above his Lord. 

2 Inured to poverty and pain, 

A suffering life my Saviour led, 
The Son of God, the Son of Man, 
He had not where to lay his head. 

3 But lo! a place he hath prepared 
For me, whom watchful angels keep; 

Yea, he himself becomes my guard; 
He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. 

4 Jesus protects; my fears, begone; 
What can the Rock of Ages move? 

Safe in thy arms I lay me down, 
Thine everlasting arms of love. 

Charles Wesley. 


L. M. 

Trial and Faith of Abraham. 

WHEN Abraham, though severely tried, 
His faith by his obedience showed; 

He with the stern command complied. 
And gave his Isaac back to God. 

2 His son the father offered up, 
Son of his age, his only son; 

Object of all his joy and hope, 
And less beloved than God alone. 

3 O for a faith like his, that we 
The bright example may pursue; 

May gladly give up all to thee. 
To whom our more than all is due. 

4 Is there a thing than life more dear? 
A thing from which we cannot part? 

We can; we now rejoice to tear 
The idol from our l)lceding heart. 

5 Jesus, accept our sacrifice; 

All things for thee we count but loss; 
Lo! at thy word our idol dies, 
Dies on the altar of thy cross. 

6 For what to thee, O Lord, we give,, 

A hundred-fold we here obtain; 
And soon with thee shall all receive. 

And loss shall be eternal gain. 

Charles Wesley. 
f'f\ L. M. 

UU His Supreme Divinity. 
THE day of Christ, the day of God, 

We humbly hope with joy to see. 
Washed in the sanctifying blood 

Of an incarnate Deity. 

2 Who did for us his life resign: 
There is no other God but one; 

For all the plenitude divine, 
Resides in the eternal Son. 

3 Spotless, sincere, without offence, 
() may we to his day remain. 

Who trust the blood of Christ to cleanse 
Our souls from every sinful stain. 

4 Lord, we believe the promise sure; 
The purchased Comforter impart: 

Apply thy blood to make us pure, 
To keep us pure in life and heart. 

(Uiarles Wesley. 

71 T r, L. M. 

I X Jesds Everywhere Present. 
JESUS, where'er thy people meet, 
There they behold thy mercy-seat; 
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found. 
And every place is hallowed ground. 

2 For thou, within no walls confined. 
Dost dwell with those of humble mind; 
Such ever bring thee where they come. 
And, going, take thee to their home. 

3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few. 
Thy former mercies here renew; 
Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim 
The sweetness of thy saving name. 

4 Here may we prove the powerof prayet 
To strengthen faith and sweeten care; 
To teach our faint desires to rise, 

And bring all heaven before our eye.>5. 
William Cowper^ 


Anvern. L. M. 

German. Arr. by Dr. L. Mason, 1840. 

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The Heavenly Zion. 

L. M. 

ARM of the Lord, awake, awake ! 

Thine own immortal strength put on! 
With terror clothed, hell's kingdom shake. 

And cast thy foes with fury down. 

2 As in the ancient days appear! 
The sacred annals speak thy fame; 

Be now omnipotently near, 
To endless ages still the same. 

3 By death and hell pursued in vain. 
To thee the ransomed seed shall come; 

Shouting, their heavenly Zion gain, 
And pass through death triumphant 

4 The pain of life shall then be o'er, 
And anguish and distracting care; 

There sighing grief shall weep no more. 
And sin shall never enter there. 

Charles Wesley. 

L. M. 

Put on thy Steength, O Zion. 

TRIUMPHANT Zion, lift thy head, 
From dust and darkness and the dead; 
Though humbled long awake at length. 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength, 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
And let thy excellence bo known; 
Decked in the robes of righteousness, 
The world thy glories shall confess. 

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; 
No more shall hell's insulting host 
Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 

4 God from on high hath heard thy 

His hand thy ruin shall repair; 
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
To guard thee in eternal peace. 

P. Doddridge. 



L. M. 

Put on thy Beautiful Gaements, 
O Jeeusalem. 

AWAKE, Jerusalem, awake, - 
No longer in thy sins lie down. 

The garment of salvation take; 
Thy beauty and thy strength put on. 

2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight 
And hides the i)romise from thine eyes 

Arise, and struggle into light; 
The great Deliverer calls, Arise! 

3 Shake off the bands of sad despair; 
Zion, assert thy liberty; 

Look up, thy liroken heart prepare. 
And God shall set the captive free. 

4 Vessels of mercy, sons of grace. 
Be purged from every sinful stain; 

Be like your Lord, his word embrace, 
Nor bear his hallowed name in vain. 
(Charles Wesley. 


Teiumphs of Meecy. 

L. M. 

ARM of the Lord, awake, awake! 
Put on thy strength, the nations shake, 
Ard let the world, adoring, see 
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 

Say to the heathen, from thy throne, 
I am Jehovah — God alone:'' 
Thy voice their idols shall confound. 
And burn their altars to the ground. 

3 No more let creature blood be spilt, 
Vain sacrifice for human guilt! 

But to each conscience be applied 
The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 

4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim, 
In every land, of every name; 

Let adverse powers before thee fall, 
And crown the Saviour Lord of all. 

W. Shrubsole. 

Wells. L. M. 


Israel Holdroyd, 176o. 


L. M. 
God's Goodness Crowns the Year 
ETERNAL source of every joy, 
- Well may thy praise our lips employ, 
While ill thy temple we appear. 
Whose goodness crowns the circling year 
2^ The flowery spring, at thy command, 
Eml)alms the air, and paints the land; 
The summer rays with vigor shine, 
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 

3 Thy hand, in auturnn, richly pours 
Through all our coasts redundant stores. 
And winters, softened by thy care, 

No more a face of horror wear. 

4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and 

Demand successive songs of praise; 
Still be the cheerful homage paid, 
With opening light and evening shade. 

5 O may our more harmonious tongue 
In worlds unknown pursue the song; 
And in those brighter courts adore. 
Where days and years revolve no more. 

P. Doddridge. 

TTf/i Blessings OF Prayer. 
WHAT various hindrances we meet 
In coming to a mercy-seat; 
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud 

Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; 
Gives exercise to faith and love; 
Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; 
Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright; 
And Satan treriTbles when he sees 

The weakest saint upon his knees. 

4 Were half the breath that's vainly spent. 
To heaven in supplication sent, 

Our cheerful song would oftcncr be, 
"Hear what the Lord has done for me." 
William Cowper. 


Lending to the Lord. 

L. M. 

HELP us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear, 
Delighting in thy i>erfect will; 

Each other's burdens learn to l)ear, 
And thus thy law of love fulfill. 

2 He that hath pity on the poor, 
Lendeth his substance to the Lord; 

And, lo! his recompense is sure. 
For more than all shall be restored. 

3 Teach us, with glad, ungrudging heart, 
As thou hast l)lest our various store. 

From our abundance to impart 
A liberal portion to the poor. 

4 To thee our all devoted be, 

In whom we breathe, and move and live; 
Freely we have received from thee; 
Freely may we rejoice to give. 

5 And while we thus obey thy word, 
And every call of want relieve, 

0! may we find it, gracious Lord! 
More blest to give than to receive. 

T. Cotterill. 

For the Spirit's Guidance. 

L. M. 


JESUS, my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
On whom I cast my every care. 

On whom for all things I depend. 
Inspire, and then accept, my prayer. 

2 If I have tasted of thy grace. 

The grace that sure salvation brings; 
If with me now thy Spirit stays, 
And, hovering, hides me in his wings; 

3 Still let him with my weakness stay 
Nor for a moment's space depart; 

Evil and danger turn away. 
And keep, till he renews, my heart. 
If to the right or left I stray. 
His voice behind me may I hear. 

Return, and walk in Christ, thy way; 
Fly back to Christ, for sin is near. 

Charles Wesley . 


Forest. L. M. 

Aaron Chapin, 1827. 








L. M. 
All-sufficiency of His Geace. 

HO! EVERY one that thirsts, draw nigh: 
'Tis God invites the fallen race: 

Mercy and free salvation buy, 
Buy wine, and milk, and Gospel grace, 

2 In search of empty joys below. 
Ye toil with unavailing strife: 

Whither, ah! whither would ye go? 
I have the words of endless life. 

3 Come to the living waters, come! 
Sinners, obey your Maker's call; 

Return, ye weary wanderers, home, 
And find his grace is free for all. 

4 See from the Rock a fountain rise: 
For you a healing stream it rolls; 

Money ye need not bring, nor price. 
Ye laboring, burdened, sin-sick souls. 

5 Nothing ye in exchange shall give; 
Leave all you have, and are, behind; 

Frankly the gift of God receive; 
Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 

John Wesley. 


The Light Yoke and East Burden. 

THAT my load of sin were gone; 
that I could at last submit 

At Jesus' feet to lay it down; 
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 

2 Rest for my soul I long to find: 
Saviour of all, if mine thou art. 

Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
And stamp thine image on my heart. 

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 
And fully set my spirit free; 

1 cannot rest till pure within. 
Till I am wholly lost in thee. 

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; 
Thy light and easy burden prove; 

The cross all stained with hallowed blood, 
The labor of thy dying love. 

5 I would, but thou must give the power; 
My heart from every sin release: 

Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
And fill me with thy perfect peace. 

6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, 
Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay; 

Appear, in my poor heart appear! 
My God, my Saviour, come away! 

Charles Wesley. 


L. M. 

Thirsting for the Fullness 
OF God. 

1 THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, 
To wash me in thy cleansing blood; 

To dwell within thy wounds; then pain 
Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 

2 Take my poor heai-t, and let it be 
Forever closed to all but thee: 

Seal thou my breast, and let me wear 
That pledge of love forever there. 

3 How blest are they who still abide 
Close sheltered in thy bleeding side! 
Who thence their life and strength derive. 
And by thee move, and in thee live. 

4 What are our works but sin and death. 
Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe? 
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move; 
O wondrous grace! boundless love! 

5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, 
That thou shouldst us to glory bring; 
Make slaves the partners of thy throne, 
Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 

6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow , 
Our words are lost, nor will we know. 
Nor will we think of aught beside, — 

My Lord, my Love, is crucified. 

N.I. Zinzendorf. Tr. by J. Wesley. 

Pilesgrove. L. M. 

Nahum Mitchell, 




All Things aee Now Eeady. 

L. M. 

SINNERS, obey the Gospel word; 
Haste to the supper of my Lord; 
Be wise to know your gracious day; 
All things are ready, come away. 

2 Ready the Father is to own 
And kiss his late-returning son; 
Ready your loving Saviour stands, 
And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 

3 Ready the Spirit of his love, 
Tust now the stony to remove; 

To apply and witness with the blood. 
And wash and seal the sons of God. 

4 Ready for you the angels wait. 
To triumph in your blest estate; 
Tuning their harps, they long to praise 
The wonders of redeeming grace. 

5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Are ready, "W'ith their shining host: 
All heaven is ready to resound, 
"The dead's alive! the lost is found!" 

J. Fawcet. 

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*) .LO Fob the Fiee of Divine Love. 

THOU who earnest from above, 
The pure celestial fire to impart, 

Kindle a flame of sacred love. 
On the mean altar of my heart. 

2 There let it for thy glory burn. 
With inextinguishable blaze; 

And trembling to its Source return. 
In humble love and fervent praise. 

3 .Tesus, confirm my heart's desire 

To work, and speak, and think for thee 
Still let me guard the holy fire. 
And still stir up thy gift in me. 

4 Ready for all thy perfect will. 
My acts of faith and love repeat, 

Till death thy endless mercies seal. 
And make the sacrifice complete. 

Charles Wesley. 

O J- 4l The Joys of Penitence. 
COME, O ye sinners, to the Lord, 
In Christ to paradise restored: 
His proffered benefits embrace, 
The plenitude of Gospel grace: 

2 A pardon written with his blood; 
The favor and the peace of God; 
The seeing eye, the feeling sense, 
The mystic joys of penitence: 

3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart, 
The meltings of a Ijroken heart; 
The tears that tell your sins forgiven; 
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven: 

4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, 
The unutterable tenderness; 

The genuine, meek humility; 

The wonder, "Why such love to me?'' 

5 The o'erwhelmingpow'rof saving grace, 
The sight that veils the seraph's face; 
The speechless awe that dares not move, 
And all the silent heaven of love. 

Charles Wesley. 

X A O L. M. 

0\)u The PANOPLY OF Teuth. 
BEHOLD the Christian warrior stand 

In all the armor of his God; 
The Spirit's sword is in his hand, 

His feet are with the Gospel shod; 

2 In panoply of truth complete. 
Salvation's helmet on his head; 

With righteousness a breast-plate meet, 
And faith's broad shield before him 

3 Undaunted to the field he goes; 
Yet vain wore skill and valor there, 

Unless, to foil his legion foes, 
He takes the trustiest weapon, prayer. 

4 Thus, strong in his Redeemer's strength, 
Sin, death, and hell, he tramples down; 

Fights the good fight, and wins at length, 
Through mercy, an immortal crown. 
J. Montgomery. 


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Uxbridge. L, M. 

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e/ Tribute op Pbaise to the Savioue. 
JESUS, thou everlasting King, 
Accept the tribute which we bring; 
Accept thy well deserved renown, 
And wear our praises as thy crown. 

2 Let every act of worship be 
Like our espousals. Lord, to thee: 
Like the blest hour, when from above 
We first received the pledge of love. 

3 The gladness of that happy day, 
O may it ever, ever stay: 

Nor let our faith forsake its hold. 
Nor hope decline, nor love grow cold. 

4 Let every moment as it flies. 
Increase thy praise, improve our joys, 
Till we are raised to sing thy name, 
At the great supper of the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts. 

L. M. 


L. M. 

OO Peophet, Peiest, AND King. 

TO US a child, of royal birth, 
End of the promises, is given; 

The Invisible appears on earth. 
The Son of man, the God of heaven. 

2 A Saviour born, in love supreme. 
He comes, our fallen souls to raise; 

He comes, his people to redeem. 
With all his plenitude of grace. 

3 The Christ, by raptured seers foretold. 
Filled with the Holy Spirit's power. 

Prophet, and Priest, and King, behold; 
And Lord of all the world adore. 

4 The Lord of hosts, the God most high, 
Who quits his throne, on earth to live, 

With joy we welcome from the sky, 
With faith into our hearts receive. 

Charles Wesley. 

The Spieit of the Ancient 
O FOR that flame of living fire. 

Which shone so bright in saints of old; 
Which bade their souls to heaven aspire. 
Calm in distress, in danger bold. 

2 Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt 
In Abraham's breast, and sealed him 

Which made Paul's heart with sorrow melt 
And glow with energy divine? 

3 That Spirit, which from age to ago 
Proclaimed thy love, and taught thy 

Brightened Isaiah's vivid page, 

And breathed in David's hallowed lays? 

4 Is not thy grace as mighty now 
As when Elijah felt its power; 

When glory beamed from Moses' brow, 
Or Job endured the trying hour? 

5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days; 
Renew thy work; thy grace restore; 

And while to thee our hearts we raise, 
Ou us thy Holy Spirit pour. 

L. M. 

God, the Nation's Guaedian. 


GREAT God! beneath whose piercing eye 
The earth's extended kingdoms lie; 
Whose favoring smile iipholds them all. 
Whose anger smites them, and they fall; 
2 We bow before thy heavenly throne; 
Thy power we see — thy greatness own; 
Yet, cherished by thy milder voice, 
Our bosoms tremble and rejoice. 
8 Thy kindness to our fathers shown, 
Their children's children long shall own; 
To thee, with grateful hearts, shall raise 
The tribute of exulting praise. 

4 Led on by thine unerring aid, 
Secure the paths of life we tread, 
And, freely as the vital air, 

Thy first and noblest bounties share. 

5 Great God, our Guardian, Guide, and 

O still thy sheltering arm extend; 
Preserved by thee for ages past. 
For ages letthy kindness last. 


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John Hatton, 1790. 





How Dreadful is this Place. 

L. M. 

THOU, whom all thy saints adore, 
We now with all thy saints agree, 

And bow our inmost souls before 
Thy glorious, awful majesty. 

2 We come, great God, to seek thy face, 
And for thy loving kindness wait; 

And O, how dreadful is this place! 
'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate, 

3 Tremble our hearts to find thee nigh; 
To thee our trembling hearts aspire: 

And lo! we see descend from high 
The i^illar and the flame of fire. 

4 Still let it on the assembly stay, 
And all the house with glory fill: 

To Canaan's bounds ijoint out the way 
And lead us to thy holy hill. 

5 There let us all with Jesus stand. 
And join the general Church above. 

And take our seats at thy right hand, 
And sing thine everlasting love. 

Charles Wesley. 


L. M. 
God's Pkesenoe with his People. 

iWHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved. 
Out from the land of bondage came, 

Her father's God before her moved. 
An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 

2 By day, along the astonished lands 
The cloudy pillar glided slow; 

By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands 
Returu'd the fiery column's glow. 

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 
When brightly shines the prosperous 

Bo thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, 
To temper the deceitful ray. 

4 And O, when gathers on our path, 

In shade and storm, the frequent nigbt, 
Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, 
A- burning and a shining light. 

Bir W. SQott. 


Triumphs of the Gospel. 

JESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
Doth his successive journeys run; 
His kingdom spread from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

2 To him shall endless prayer be made, 
And endless ijraises crown his head; 
His name like sweet perfume shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song; 
And infant-voices shall proclaim 
Their young Hosannas to his name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; 
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; 
The weary find eternal rest; 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Where he displays his healing power. 
Death and the curse are known no more: 
In him the tribes of Adam boast 

More blessings than their father lost. 

Isaac Watts. 



The yAviouB's Coming Expected. 

JESUS, thy church, with longing eyes 
For thine expected coming waits: 

When will the promised light arise. 
And glory beam on Zion's gates? 

2 E'en now, when tempests round us fall. 
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky. 

Thy words with pleasure we recall. 
And deem that our redemption's nigh. 

3 O! come, and reign o'er every land; 
Let Satan from his throne bo hurled; 

All nations bow to thy command. 
And grace revive a dying world. 

4 Toacli us, in watchfulness and prayer. 
To wait for thine appointed hour; 

And fit us, by thy grace, to share 
The triumphs of thy conquering power, 
W. H. Batburst. 


Russia. L. M. 

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Bridgewater. L. M. 



^ 1 The Bliss op Assurance. 

L. M. 

LORD, how secure and blest are they 

Who feel the joy of i)ardoned sin; 
Should storms of wrath shake earth and 
Their minds have heaven and peace 

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads. 
Made up of innocence and love; 

And soft, and silent as the shades, 
Their nightly minutes gently move. 

3 Quick as their thoughts, their joys 

come on. 
But fly not half so swift away: 
Their souls are ever bright as noon. 
And calm as summer evenings be. 

4 How oft they look to the' heavenly hills. 
Where groves of living pleasure grow; 

And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles, 
Sit undisturbed upon their brow. 

5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys, 
But spend the day, and share the night, 

In numbering o'er the richer joys 
That heaven prepares for their delight. 
Isaac Watts. 

Joy of Public Worship 


GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings 
The joy that from thy presence spring 
To spend one day with thee on earth 
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
Within thy house, () God of grace; 
No tents of ease, or thrones of power. 
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 

3 God is our sun, he makes our day; 
God is our shield, he guards our way 
From all assaults of hell and sin, 
From foes without, and foes within. 

4 All needful grace will (Jod. bestow. 
And crown that grace with glory too; 
He gives us all things, and withholds 
No real good from upright souls. 

5 O God our King, whose sovereign sway 
The glorious hosts of heaven obey. 

And devils at thy presence flee, 
Blest is the man that trusts in thee. 

Isaac Watts. 

1 QO L. M. 

•tO »' Renouncing All for Christ. 
COME, Saviour, .Jesus, from above, 

Assist me with ttiy heavenly grace; 
Empty my heart of earthly love. 

And for thyself prepare the place. 
2 O let thy sacred presence fill. 

And set iny longing spirit free; 
"W^hich pants to have no other will. 

But night and day to feast on thee. 


3 While in this region here below. 
No other good will I pursue: 

I'll Vjid this world of noise and show, 
With all its glittering snares, adieu. 

4 That path with huml)le speed I'll seek, 
In which my Saviour's footsteps shine; 

Nor will I hear, nor will I speak. 
Of any other love but thine. 

5 Henceforth may no profane delight 
Divide this consecrated soul; 

Possess it thou, who hast the right. 
As Lord and Master of the whole. 

6 Nothing on earth do I desire. 

But thy pure love within my breast; 
This, only this, will I require. 
And freely give up all the rest. 
Mad. A. Bourignon. Tr. by J. Wesley. 



National Blessings. 

GREAT God of nations, now to thee 

Our hymn of gratitude we raise; 
With humble heart, and bei ding knee, 

We offer thee our song of praise. 
2 Thy name we bless, almighty God, 

For all the kindness thou hast shown 
To this fair land the pilgrims trod. 

This land we fondly call our own. 

4 We praise thee that the Gospel's light 
Through all our land its radiance sheds; 

Dispels the shades of error's night. 
And heavenly blessings round us 

5 Great God, preserve us in thy fear; 
In danger still our guardian be; 

0, spread thy truth's bright precepts here; 
Let all the people worship thee. 


I L. M. 

** Solemn Reverence. 

ETERNAL Power, whose high abode 
Becomes the grandeur of a God: 
Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds 
Where stars revolve their little rounds. 

2 Thee while the first archangel sings. 
He hides his face behind his wings; 
And ranks of shining thrones around 
Pall worshiping, and spread the ground. 

3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? 
We would adore our Maker too; 
From sin and dust to thee we cry, 
The Great, the Holy, and the High. 

4 Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame, 
And worms have learned to lisp thy name; 
But O! the glories of thy mind 

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 

5 God is in heaven, and men below; 
Be short our tunes; our words be few; 
A solemn reverence checks our songs, 
And praise sits silent on our tongues. 

Isaac Watts. 


Niinda. L. M. Double. 

Dr. L. Mason, 1853. 



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Importunate Supplication. 

GOD of my life, what just return 
Can sinful dust and ashes give? 

1 only live my sins to mourn: 
To love my God I only live. 

2 To thee, benign and saving Power, 
I consecrate my lengthened days; 

While, marked with blessings, every hour 
Shall speak thy co-extended praise. 

3 Be all my added life employed 
Thine image in my soul to see: 

Fill with thyself the mighty void; 
Enlarge my heart to compass thee, 

4 The blessing of thy love bestow; 
For this my cries shall never fail; 

Wrestling, I will not let thee go, 
I will not, till my suit prevail. 

5 Come, then, my Hope, my Life, my 

Lord , 
And fix in me thy lasting home; 
Be mindful of thy gracious word. 
Thou, with thy promised Father, come. 

6 Prepare, and then possess my heart: 
O take me, seize me from above; 

Thee may I love, for God thou art; 
Thee may I feel, for God is love! 

Charles Wesley. 


L. M. 
Patient Thankfulness and Trust. 

ETERNAL Beam of light divine, 
Fountain of unexhausted lovo; 

In whom the Father's glories shine, 
Through earth beneath, and heaven 

2 Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest, 
Give me thy easy yoke to bear; 

With steadfast patience arm my breast, 
With spotless love and lowly fear 

3 Thankful I take the cup from thee, 
Prepared and mingled by thy skill: 

Though bitter to the taste it be, 
I'owerful the wounded soul to heal. 

4 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh! 

So sljall each murmuring thought be 
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly. 
As clouds before the mid day sun. 

5 Speak to my warring i)assions. "Peace:" 
Say to my trembling heart, "Be still;" 

Thy power my strength and fortress is, 
For all things serve thy sovereign will. 

6 O death! where is thy sting? Where now 
That boasted victoi-y, O grave? 

Who shall contend with God ? or who 
Can hurt whom God delights to save? 
Charles Wesley. 


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f) fj ^ Meekness and Patience. 

THOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of 

For thee my thirsty soul doth pine; 
My longing heart implores thy grace; 

make me in thy likeness shine. 

2 With fraudless, even, humble mind, 
Thy will in all things may I see; 

In love l>e every wish resigned. 
And hallowed my whole heart to thee. 

3 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails, 
With lamb-like patience arm my breast; 

When grief my wounded soul assails, 
In lowly meekness may I rest. 

4 Close by thy side still may I keep, 
How'er life's various currents flow; 

With steadfast eye mark every step, 
And follow where my Lord doth go. 

5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won; 
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod; 

In me thy strengthening grace be shown. 
O may I conquer through thy blood. 

6 So, when on Zion thou shalt stand. 
And all heaven's host adore their King, 

Shall I be found at thy right hand. 
And, free from pain, thy glories sing. 
C. F. Richter. 


L. M. 

God Our Refuge. 

GOD is the refuge of his saints, 
When storms of sharp distress invade; 

Ere we can otfer our complaints. 
Behold him present with his aid. 

2 Let mountains from their seats be 

Down to the deep, and buried there, 
Convulsions shake the solid world. 
Our faith shall never yield to fear. 

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; 
In sacred peace our souls abide; 

While every nation, every shore. 
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 

4 There is a stream whose gentle flow 
Supplies the city of our God, 

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 
And watering our divine abode. 

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word. 
Our grief allays, our fear controls; 

Sweet peace thy promises afford, 
And give new strength to fainting 

6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, 
Secure against a threatening hour; 

Nor can her fii-m foundation move. 
Built on liis truth, and armed with 

Isaac Watts. 


Duane Street. L. M. Double. 

Rev. Geo. Coles, 1837. 

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Star OF Bethlehem. 


WHEN, marshaled on the nightly plain, 
The glittering host bestud the sky, 

One star alone of all the train 
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 

2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, 
From every host, from every gem; 

But one alone the Saviour speaks, 
It is the Star of Bethlehem. 

3 Once on the raging seas I rode; 

The storm was loud, the night was dark; 
The ocean yawned, and rudely Wowed 
The wind that tossed my foundering 

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze; 
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem: 

When suddenly a star arose, 
It was the Star of Bethlehem. 

5 It was my guide, my light, my all; 
It bade my dark forebodings cease; 

And, through the storm and danger's 
It led mc to the port of peace. 

6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 
I'll sing, tiist in night's diadem, 

For ever, and for evermore, 
The Star, the Star of Bethlehem. 

Henry Kirke White. 

The Nabeow Way. 


JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone, 
He, whom I fix my hopes upon; 
His track I see, and I'll pursue 
The narrow way, till him I view. 

2 The way the holy prophets went, 
The road that leads from banishment, 
The King's highway of holiness, 

I'll go for all his paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long have sought, 
And mourned because I found it not; 
My grief a burden long has been, 
Because I was not saved from sin. 

4 The more I strove against its power, 
I felt its weight and guilt the more; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
Come hither, soul, I am the way. 

5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, 
Shalt take me to thee as I am; 
Nothing but sin have I to give, 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 

6 Then will I tell to sinners round, 
What a dear Saviour I have found; 
I'll point to thy redeeming blood. 
And say, "Behold the way to God. 

J . Cennick, 

Bonny Doon. 37 

Scotch Melody. Har. D. S. Arnold. 

spir-it's si - lent, fair a - bode, lu thee I hide me and am still, 
lit - tie child I fol - low on, And trusting, lean up-on thy breast. 


O will, that wiliest good al(?ne. Lead thou the way, thou guidcst best: A 


Believing against Hope. 

AWAY, my unbelieving fear! 

Fear shall in me no more have place. 
My Saviour doth not yet appear. 

He hides the brightness of his face: 
But shall I therefore let him go, 

And basely to the tempter yield? 
No, in the strength of Jesus, no, 

I never will give up my shield. 

2 Although the vine its fruit deny, 

Although the olive yield no oil, 
The withering fig-trees droop and di* 

The fields elude the tiller's toil. 
The empty stall no herd afford, 

And perish all the bleating race, 
Yet will I triumph in the Lord, 

The God of my salvation praise. 

3 In hope, believing against hope, 

Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim; 
Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up. 

Salvation is in Jesus' name; 
To me he soon shall bring it nigh: 

My soul shall then outstrip the wind: 
On wings of lovo mount up on high, 

And leave the world and sin beliind. 
Charles Wesley. 

^77 ^ L. M. 

»J 1 I Resignation to God's Will. 

THOU sweet, beloved will of God, 
My anchor ground, my fortress hill. 

My spirit's silent, fair abode, 
In thee I hide me and am still. 

2 O will, that wiliest good alone, 
Lead thou the way, thou guidest best 

A little child, I follow on. 
And, trusting, lean upon thy breast. 

.3 Thy beautiful sweet will, my God, 
Holds fast in his sublime embrace 

My captive will, a gladsome bird, 
Prisoned in such a realm of grace. 

4 Within this place of certain good. 
Love evermore expands her wings; 

Or, nestling in thy perfect choice. 
Abides content with what it brings. 

5 Upon God's will I lay me down, 
As child upon ts mother's breast; 

No silken couch, nor softest bed. 
Could ever give me such sweet rest. 

() Thy wonderful grand will, my God, 
With triumi)h now I make it mine; 

And faith shall cry a joyous Yes! 
To every dear command of thine. 

Madame Guyou 


Invitation Hymn. L. M. 

Har. by D. S. Aknold. 

1. Come, sinners, to the gos-pel feast, Let ev- 

2. Sent by uiy Lord, on you I call; The In 


y soul be Jesus' guest; 
ta-tion is to all: 



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Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bid dt-u all man-kind, 
me, all the world; come,sinner thou, All things in Christ are lendy now. 

3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed, 
Ye restless wanderers after rest; 
Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and 

In Christ a hearty welcome find. 

4 My message as from God receive', 
Ye all may come to Christ and live: 
let his love your hearts constrain, 
Nor suffer him to die in vain. 

5 See him set forth before your eyes, 
That precious, bleeding sacrifice: 
His offered benefits embrace, 
And freely now be saved by grace. 

6 This is the time; no more delay; 
This is the Lord's appointed day; 
Come in this moment at his call. 
And live for him who died for all. 

Cha les Wesley. 

L. M. 

O O I Condemned, but Pleadins. 

SHOW pity. Lord, O Lord, forgive; 
Let a repenting rebel live. 
Are not thy mercies large and free? 
May not a sinner trust in thee? 

2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 
The power and glory of thy grace; 
Great God, thy nature hath no bound. 
So let thy pardoning love be found. 

3 wash my ^oul from every sin. 
Aid make my guilty conscience clean; 

Here on my heart the burden lies, 
And past offenses pain my eyes. 

4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
Against thy law, against thy grace: 
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe 
I am condemned, but thou art clear. 

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my 

I must pronounce thee just, in death; 
And if my soul were sent to hell, 
Thy righteous law approves it well. 

6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
Whose hope, still hovering round thy 

Would light on some sweet promise 

Some sure support against despair. 

Isaac Watte. 


The Only Plea. 

JESUS, the sinner's friend, to thee, 
Lost and undone, for aid I flee; 
Weary of earth, myself, and sin: 
Open thine arms, and take me in. 

2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul; 
'Tis thou alone can'st make me whole; 
Dark, till in me thine image shine, 
And lost, I am, till thou art mine. 

Watts and Wesley. 



Har.byJ.G. T. 



1. He dies! the friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's(laughters,weepaiound; 

A solemn darkness veils the skies. A sudden trembling shakes the ground: 

D.c. He shed a thousand drops for jou, A thousand drops of richer blood. 





Come, saints, and drop a tearor two,For Him who groaned beneath your load; 




3 At last I own it cannot be 
That I should fit myself for thee: 
Here, then, lo thee, I all resign; 
Thine is the work, and only thine. 

4 What shall I say thy grace to move? 
Lord, I am sin, but thou art love: 

I give up every plea beside. 

Lord, I am lost but thou hast died. 

Charles Wesley, 


In the Banctd ' 

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! 
In thee thy Father's glories shine: 
Thy glorious name shall be adored. 
And every tongue confess thee, Lord. 

Isaac Watts. 


Cheist's victoey. 

L. M. 

FAR from my thoughts, vain world, Ix 

Let my religious hours alone; 
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; 

1 wait a visit. Lord, from thee. 

2 U warn} my heart with holy fire. 
And kindle there a pure desire: 
Come, sacred Si)irit, from above, 
And fill my soul with heavenly love. 

3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare! 
How sweet thine entertainments are! 
Never did angels taste above 
Redeeming grace and dying love. 

2 Here s love and grief beyond degree; 

The Lord of glory dies for man! 
But lo! what sudden joys we see; 

Jesus, the dead, revives again. 
The rising God forsakes the tomb; 

In vain the tomb forbids his rise; 
Cherubic legions guard him home 

And shout him welcome to the skies. 

3 Break off your tears, ye samts, and tell 

How high your great Deliverer reigns; 
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, 

* ud led ♦^^he monster death in chains: 
SHy,"Live forever, wondrous King! 

Born to redeem, and strong to save;" 
Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting? 

Andj Where's thy victory, boasting 
IsA.\o Watts, alt'd by John Weslei:. 


Coronation. C. M. 

Firm. Oi.ivkr IIolden, 179:5. 



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To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Who sweetly all agree, 
To save a world of sinners lost, 

Eternal glory be. (40) 

O Praise tbb- Redeemer. 

O FOR a thousand tongues to sing 

My great Redeemer's praise; 
The glories of my God and King, 

The triumphs of his grace. 

2 My gracious Maste" and my God, 
Assist me to proclaim, 

To spread through all the earth abroad, 
The honors of thy name, 

3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears, 
That bids our sorrows cease: 

'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
'Tis life, and health and peace. 

4 He breaks the power of canceled sin. 
He sets the prisoner free; 

His blood can make the foulest clean; 
His blood availed for me. 

5 He speaks, and list'ning to his voice. 
New life the dead receive; 

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice; 

The humble poor believe. 
6. Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, 

Your loosened tongues employ; 
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come; 

And leap, ye lame, for joy. 

• Cliarles Wesley. 

Ki\ ^■^• 

O U Crown Him Lord of All. 

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name! 

Let angels prostrate fall ; 
Bring forth the royal diadem. 

And crown him Lord of all. 

2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 
Ye ransomed from the fall, 

Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
The wormwood and the gall; 

Go, spread your trophies at his feet. 
And crown him Lord of all. 

4 Let every kindi-ed, every tribe, 
On this terrestrial ball. 

To him all majesty ascribe. 
And crown him Lord of all. 

5 O that with yonder sacred thrftng 
We at his feet may fall; 

We'll join the everlasting song, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

Edward Perronet. 


3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
Honor and power divine; 

And Ijlessings more than we can give. 
Be, Lord, forever thine. 

4 The whole creation join in one, 
To bless the sacred name 

Of him that sits upon the throne. 
And to adore the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts. 


His Amazing Love. 




COME, let us join our cheerful songs 

With angels round the throne: 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues. 

But all their joys are one. 
2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, 

To be exalted thus: 
Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply. 

For he was slain for us. 

PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair. 

We wretched sinners lay. 
Without one cheering beam of hope. 

Or spark of glimmering day. 

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Peace 
Beheld our helpless grief: 

He saw, and (O, amazing love!) 
He flew to our relief. 

3 Down from the shining seats above. 
With joyful haste he fed; 

Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh. 
And dwelt among the dead. 

4 O for his love let rocks and hills 
Their lasting silence break; 

And all harmonious human tongues 
The Saviour's praises speak. 

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys; 
Strike all your harps of gold; 

But when you raise your highest note. 
His love can ne'er be told. 

Isaac Watts. 

^ »/'* The Minister's Only Business. 

JESUS, the name high over all, 

In hell, or earth, or sky; 
Angels and men before it fall, 

And devils fear and fly. 
2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear, 

The name to sinners given; 
It scatters all their guilty fear; 

It turns their hell to heaven. 
i Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks. 

And bruises Satan's head; 
Power into strengthless souls he speaks. 

And life into the dead. 

4 O that the world might taste and see 
The riches of his grace; 

The arms of love that compass me. 
Would all mankind embrace. • 

5 His only righteousness I show. 
His saving truth proclaim: 

Tis all my business here below, 
To cry, '"Behold the Lamb!" 

Happy, if with my latest breath 
I may l>ut gasp his name: 

Preach him to all, and cry in death, 
Behold, behold the Lam b ! 

Charles Wesley. 

42 Azmon. C. M. 

Caki. Gotthp:lf, 1.S28. Arr. by Mason, 1839. 



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Coronal. C, M. 

Dr. Tiios. Hastings, 1849. 




C. M. 
Light and Glory of the 
Sacked Page. 
WHAT glory gilds the sacred page! 

Majestic like the sun, 
It gives a light to every age; 
It gives but borrows none. 

2 The power that gave it still supplies 
The gracious light and heat; 

Its truths upon the nation rise: 
They rise, but never set. 

3 Lord! everlasting thanks be thine 
For such a bright display, 

As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beatns of heavenly day. 

4 Our souls rejoicingly pursue 
The steps of him we love, 

Till glory break upon our view- 
In brighter worlds above. 

W. Cowper. 



God's Service Delightful, 
WITH joy we hail the sacred day, 

Whicli God has called his own; 
With joy the summons we obey. 

To worship at his throne. 

2 rhy chosen temple, Lord, how fair! 
As here thy servants throng, 

To V)reathe the humble, fervent prayer. 
And pour the grateful song. 

3 Spirit of grace! O deign to dwell 
AVithin thy church Ijelow; 

Make her in holiness excel, 

With pure devotion glow. 
<!; Let peace within her walls be found; 

Let all her sons unite, 
To spread with holy zeal around. 

Her clear and shining light. 
5 Great God, we hail the sacred day 

Which thou hast called thine own; 
With joy the smnmons we obey. 

To worship at thy throne. 

H. Anl)cr. 

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I rr The Christian Home. 

HAPPY the liomo when God is there, 

And love fills every breast; 
When one their wish, and one their prayer, 

And one their heavenly rest. 

2 Happy the home where Jesus' name 
Is sweet to every ear. 

Where children early lisp his fame, 
And parents hold him dear. 

3 Happy the home where prayer is heard 
And praise is wont to rise; 

Where parents love the sacred word, 
And live but for the skies. 

4 Lord, let us in our homes agree, 
This l)lessed peace to gain; 

Unite our hearts in love to thee, 
And love to all will reign. 



^LiLi The Invitation . 

THE King of heaven his table spreads. 

And blessings crown the board; 
Not Paradise, with all its joys, 

Could such delight afiord. 
2 Pai'don and peace to dying men. 

And endless life are given 
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed, 

To raise our souls to heaven. 
'^ Millions of souls, in glory now, 

Were fed and feasted here; 
And millions more, still on the way. 

Around the board appear. 
4 All things are ready; come away. 

Nor weak excuses frame; 
Crowd to your places at the feast, 

And bless the Founder's name. 

P. Doddridge. 

1 QA CM. 

L <D UThe Voice that Wakes the Dead. 
THOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes 

Our inmost thoughts perceive, 
Accept the grateful sacrifice 
Which now to thee we give. 

2 We bow before thy gracious throne, 
And think ourselves sincere: 

But show us, Lord, is every one 

Thy real worshiper? 
."5 Is here a soul that knows thee not, 

Nor feels his need of thee, 
A stranger to the Ijlood which bought 

His pardon on the tree? 

4 Convince him now of unbelief; 
His desperate state explain; 

And fill his heart with sacred grief, 
And penitential pain. 

5 Speak, with that voice that wakes the 

And bids the sleeper rise; 
And l)id his guilty conscience dread 
The death that never dies. 

Charles Wesley. 

() ' ' O Victory over the Fear of Death. 
O FOR an overcoming faith. 

To cheer my dying hours. 
To triumph o'er a[)proaching death, 

And all his frightful powers. 
2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 

My quivering lips should sing, 
"Where is thy boasted victory, Grave? 

And where, O Death, thy sting?" 
8 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure; 

Death has no sting beside: 
The law gives sin its damning power, 

But Christ, my ransom, died. 
4 Now to the God of victory 

Immortal thanks be i)aid. 
Who makes us conquerors, while we die. 

Through Christ, our living Head. 

Isaac Watts. 


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O U U A Calm and Thankful Heart. 
FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss 

Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at tliy throne of grace. 

Let this petition rise: 

2 Give me a 'calm, a thankful heart. 
From every murmur free; 

The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee. 

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 
My life and death attend; 

Thy presence through my journey shine. 
And crown my journey's end. 

Anne Steele. 


Peobation Limited. 


THERE is a time we know not when, 
A point we know not where, 

That marks the destiny of men, 
To glory or despair. 

2 There is a line by us unseen. 
That crosses every path; 

The hidden boundary between 
God's patience and his wrath. 

3 To pass that limit, is to die; 
To die as if by stealth; 

It does not quench the beaming eye. 
Or pale the glow of health. 

4 The conscience may be still at ease. 
The spirit light and gay. 

That which is pleasing still may please. 
And care be thrust away. 

5 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne 
By which our path is crossed, 

Beyond which God himself hath sworn 
That he who goes is lost? 

6 How far may we go on in sin? 
How long will God forbear? 

Where does hope end? and where begin 
The confines of despair? 

7 An answer from the skies is sent: 
"Ye that from God depart! 

While it is called to-day, repent 
And harden not your heart." 


O Death Gain to the Faithful. 


Why should our tears in sorrow flow 

When God recalls his own, 
And bids them leave a world of woe. 

For an immortal crown? 

2 Is not e'en death a gain to those 
Whoso life to God was given? 

Gladly to earth their eyes they close, 
To open them in heaven. 

3 Their toils arc i)ast, their work is done. 
And they are fully blest; 

They fought the tight, the victory won, 
And entered into rest. 


4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow; 

God has recalled his own; 
But let our hearts, in every woe. 

Still say, — Thy will bo done. 

W. HBathurst. 

-JbO O Secret Communion with God. 
SWEET is the prayer whose holy stream 

In earnest pleading flows; 
Devotion dwells upon the theme. 

And warm and warmer glows. 

2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires; 
Hope points the upward gaze; 

And Love, celestial Love, inspires 
The eloquence of praise. 

3 But sweeter far the still small voice. 
Unheard by human ear. 

When God has made the heart rejoice, 
And dried the bitter tear. 

4 No accents flow, no words ascend; 
All utterance faileth there; 

But God himself doth comprehend. 
And answer, silent prayer. 


"^ A O ^- ^• 

f) V f ' For the Coming of Christ's 

FATHER, of me and all mankind. 

And all the hosts above. 
Let every understanding mind 

Unite to praise thy love. 
3 To know thy nature and thy name, 

One God in persons Three; 
And glorify the great I AM, 

Through all eternity. 

3 Thy kingdom come with power and 

To every heart of man; 
Thy peace and joy and righteousness, 
In all our bosoms reign. 

4 The righteousness that never ends. 
But makes an end of sin, 

The joy that human thought transcends, 

Into our souls bring in. 
/*■- t CM. 

V 'J dc Strength Renewed . 
LORD, I believe thy every word. 

Thy every promise true; 
And lo! I wait on thee, my Lord, 

Till I my strength renew. 

2 If in this feeble flesh I may 
(Vwhile show forth thy praise, 

•Tesus, support the tottexing clay. 
And lengthen out my days. 

3 If such a worm as I can spread 
The common Saviour's name. 

Let him who raised thee from the isad, 
Quicken my mortal frame. 

4 Still let me live thy blood to show, 
Which ]iurg('s every stain; 

And gladly linger out below 
A few more years in pain. 

46 Peterborongh.. CM. 

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Asking for a Blessing. 


ONCE more we come before our God, 

(Jnce more his blessing ask: 
may not duty seem a load, 

Nor worship prove a task. 

2 Father, thy quickening Spirit send 
From heaven, in Jesus' name. 

And bid our waiting minds attend, 
And put our souls in frame. 

3 May we receive the word we hear. 
Each in an honest heart: 

And keep the precious treasure there, 
And never with it part. 

4 To seek thee, all our hearts dispose; 
To each thy blessing suit: 

And let the seed thy servant sows. 
Produce abundant fruit. 

Joseph Hart. 

P C. M. 

O Goodness and Meecy. 

LET every tongue thy goodness speak, 

Thou sovereign Lord of all; 
Thy strengthening hands uphold the 

And raise the poor that fall. 

2 When sorrows bow the spirit down. 
When virtue lies distressed, 

Beneath the proud oppressor's frown, 
Thou givest the mourner rest. 

3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants 

Thou'st thy children's cry; 
And their best wishes to fulfill, 
Thy grace is ever nigh. 

4 Thy mercy never shall remove 
From men of hearts sincere: 

Thou savest the souls whose humble love 
Is joined with holy fear. 

5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise. 
And spread thy fame abroad; 

JiCt all the sons of Adam raise 
The honors of their God. 

Isaac Watt.s 


i) C. M 

L The World has Lost its Charms. 

LET worldly minds the world pursue; 

It has no charms for me: 
Once I admired its trifles too, 

But grace hath set me free. 

2 Its pleasures can no longer please. 
Nor happiness afford: 

Far from my heart be joys like these, 
Now I have seen the Lord. 

3 As by the light of opening day 
The stars are all concealed, 

So earthly pleasures f;ide away. 
When Jesus is revealed. 

J. Newton. 


Riches of God's Word. 

C. M. 

THE counsels of redeeming grace 

The sacred leaves unfold; 
A.nd here the Saviour's lovely face 

Our raptured eyes behold. 

3 Here light descending from above 
Directs our doubtful feet; 

Here promises of heavenly love 

Our ardent wishes meet. 
} Our numerous griefs are here redressed 

And all our wants suitplied; 
Naught we can ask to make us blest 

Is in this book denied. 

4 For these inestimable gains, 
That so enrich the mind, 

O may we search with eager pains, 
Assured that we shall find. 

S. Stennett. 

,^ 1 C. M. 

»JdF Gloey, Mercy, Grace. 

FATHER, liow wide thy glory shines; 

How high thy wonders rise! 
Known through the earth by thousand 

By thousands through the skies. 

2 But when we view thy strange design 
To save rebellious worms, 

Where vengeance and compassion join 
In their divinest forms: 

3 Here the whole Deity is known, 
Nor can a creature say, 

Whether his justice or his grace 
Shines with the brighter ray. 

4 Now the full glories of the Lamb 
Adorn the heavenly plains; 

Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, 
And try their choicest strains. 

5 O may I bear some humble part 
In that immortal songi 

Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 

Isaac Watts, alt'd. 

r) 1 wl c. M. 

»J-r^ Godly Sorrow. 

( ) F( )R tliat tenderness of heart 

Which l)ows l)efore the Lord, 
.Vcknowlcdging how just thou art. 

And treml)ling at thy word; 

for those humble, contrite tears, 
Which from rci)cntance flow; 

That consciousness of guilt, which fears 

The long-suspended blow. 
2 Saviour, to me, in pity, give 

The sensil)le distress; 
The pledge thou wilt at last receive. 

And bid me die in peace; 
Wilt from the dreadful day remove, 

Befcire the evil come; 
My siiirit hide with .saints above, 

My body in the tomb. 

1 Charles Wesley. 


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The Fullness of God. 

BEING of beings, God of love, 

To thee our hearts we raise; 
Thy all-sustaining power we prove, 

And gladly sing thy praise. 

2 Thine, wholly thine, we pant to be; 
Our sacrifice receive; 

Made, and preserved, and saved by thee, 
To thee ourselves we give. 

3 Heavenward our every wish aspires. 
For all thy mercy's store; 

The sole return thy love requires. 
Is that we ask for more. 

4 For more we ask; we open then 
Our hearts to embrace thy will; 

Turn, and revive us. Lord, again; 
With all thy fullness fill. 

5 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour's hjve 
Shed in our hearts abroad; 

So shall we ever live, and move, 
And be, with Christ in God. 

Charles Wesley. 

D04) CM. 

Ouu The Wandeeee Recalled . 
RETURN, O wanderer, return. 

And seek thy Father's face; 
Those new desires which in thee burn, 

Were kindled by his grace. 

2 Return, O wanderer, return; 
He hears thy humble sigh: 

He sees thy softened spirit mourn. 
When no one else is nigh. 

3 Return, O wanderer, return, 
Thy Saviour bids thee live: 

Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn 
How freely he'll forgive. 

4 Return, O wanderer, return, 
And wipe the falling tear: 

Thy Father calls, no longer mourn; 
'Tis love invites thee near. 

5 Return, O wanderer, return; 
Begin thy long-sought rest: 

The Saviour's melting mercies yearn 
To clasp thee to his breast. 

W. B. Collyer. 


The Prodigal Son. 
RETURN, O wanderer, to thy home, 

Thy Father calls for thee: 
No longer now an exile roam 

In guilt and misery. 

2 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, 
Thy Saviour calls for thee: 

"The Spirit and the bride say. Come;" 
O now for refuge fleel 

3 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, 
'Tis madness to delay: 

There are no pardons in the torn It; 
And brief is mercy's day! 
, Tho8. Hastings. 


Walking with God. 

TALK with us. Lord, thyself reveal, 
While here o'er earth we rove; 

Speak to our hearts and let us feel 
The kindling of thy love. 

2 With thee conversing, we forget 
All time, and toil, and care: 

Labor is rest, and pain is sweet. 
If thou, my God, art here. 

3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, 
And bid my heart rejoice; 

My bounding heart shall own thy sway, 
And echo to thy voice. 

4 Thou callest me to seek thy face; 
'Tis all I wish to seek; 

To attend the whispers of thy grace, 
And hear thee inly speak. 

5 Let this my every hour employ, 
Till I thy glory see; 

Enter into my Master's joy. 
And find my heaven in thee. 

Charles Wesley. 



The Resolution. 

COME, humble sinner, in whose breast 
A thousand thoughts revolve, 

Come, with yf)ur guilt and fear oppressed, 
And make this last resolve: 

2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
Like mountains round me close: 

I know his courts, I'll enter in. 
Whatever may oppose. 

3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
And there my guilt confess; 

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 
Without his sovereign grace. 

4 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
Perhaps will hear my prayer; 

But, if I perish, I will pray, 
And perish only there. 

5 I can but perish if I go; 
I am resolved to try. 

For if I stay away, I know 
I must forever die. 

E. .Tones. 


Fullness of Joy in Hi 



THY gracious presence, O my God, 

All that I wish contains; 
With this, beneath affliction's load. 

My heart no more complains. 
2 This can my every care control. 

Gild each dark scene with light: 
This is the sun.^hine of the soul; 

Without it all is night. 

A. Cteele. 


Diindee. 0. M. 

George Kirby, 1592. 







CMmes. CM, 

Dr. L. Mason, 1842. 


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S. J. Vait,, 1S72. 

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i ^ U Witnessing with oue Spikits. 
ETERNAL Spirit! God of truth! 

Our contrite hearts inspire; 
Kindle a tiame of heavenly love, 

The ijure celestial fire, 

2 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing, 
With guilt and fear oppressed; 

'Tis thine to bid the dying live, 
And give the weary rest. 

3 Subdue the power of every sin, 
Whate'er that sin may be; 

That we, in singleness of heart. 
May worship only thee. 

4 Then with our spirits witness bear. 
That we are sons of God; 

Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell. 
Through Christ's atoning blood. 

T. Cottori-il. 
King of Kings and Loed of Lords. 
THE head that once was crowned with 
Is crowned with glory now; 
A royal diadem adorns 

The mighty Victor's brow. 
2 The highest place that heaven affords. 

Is to our Jesus given; 
The King of kings, and Lord of lords. 

He reigns o'er earth and heaven. 
.3 The joy of all who dwell above. 

The joy of all l)elow 
To whom he manifests his love. 
And grants his name to know, 

4 To them the cross, with all its shame. 
With all its grace, is given; 

Their name, an everlasting name. 
Their joy, the joy of heaven. 

5 They suffer with their Lord below. 
They reign with him above; 

Their everlasting joy to know 
The mystery of his love. 

Thomas Kelly. 

001 ^'M. 

^t/1 The. Pastoral Office. 

LET Zion's watchmen all awake, 
And take the alarm they give; 

Now let them from the mouth of God 
Their awful charge receive. 

2 'Tis not a cause of small import. 
The pastor's care demands; 

But what might fill an angel's heart. 
And filled a Saviour's hands. 

3 They watch for souls for which the 

Did heavenly bliss forego; 
For souls, which must forever live 
In raptures, or in wo. 

4 May they in Jesus, whom they preach. 
Their own Redeemer see; 

And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
That they may watch for theQ, 

9A9^ ^ CM. 

^ U ^ The Type op Everlasting Kest. 
COME, let us join with one accord 

In hymns around the throne; 
This is the day our rising Lord 

Hath made and called his own. 

2 This is the day which God hath blest, 
The brightest of the seven. 

Type of that everlasting rest 
The saints enjoy in heaven. 

3 Then let us in his name sing ou, 
And hasten to that day 

When our Redeemer shall come down, 
And shadows pass away. 

4 Not one, but all our days below, 
Let «s in hymns employ; 

And, in our Lord rejoicing, go 
To his eternal joy. 

Charles Wesley. 


Christ's Compassion foe the 

WITH joy we meditate the grace 

Of our High Priest above; 
His heart is made of tenderness, 

And yearns with pitying love. 
2 Touched with a sympathy within 

He knows our feeble frame; 
He knows what sore temptations mean, 

For he hath felt the same. 
;? He in the days of feeble fiesh 

Poured out his cries and tears; 
And, chough exalted, feels afresh 

What every member bears. 

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax 
But raise it to a flame; 

The bruised reed he never breaks. 
Nor scorns the meanest name. 

5 Then let our humble faith address 
His mercy and his power; 

We shall obtain delivering grace 
In the distressing hour. 

Isaac Watts. 

4 J4r Invoking God's Blessing. 
WITHIN thy house, O Lord our God, 

In majesty appear; 
Make this a place of thine abode, 

tVnd shed thy blessings here. 
2 As we thy mercy-seat surround, 

Thy Spirit, Lord, impart; 
.\nd let thy Gospel's joyful sound. 

With power reach every heart. 
'^ Here let the blind their sight obtain; 

Here give the mourner rest; 
Let Jesus here triumphant reign, 

Enthroned in every breast. 
4 Here let the voice of sacred joy 

And fervent prayer arise. 
Till higher strains our tongues employ, 

In bliss beyond the skies. 



Mear. 0. M. 

Aakon Williams, 1760. 

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Valeland. CM. 

Sloiu and solemnly. By permission. Isaac B. Woodbury, ISi.'i. 



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I I 

Flint. CM. 

S. J. Vail, 1872. 






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ACCORDING to thy gracious word, 

In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 

I will remember thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake. 
My bread from heaven shall be: 

Thy testamental cup I take, 
And thus remember thee. 

3 Gethsemane can I forget? 
Or there thy conflict see. 

Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
And not remember thee? 

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes. 
And rest on Calvary, 

O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice, 
I must remember thee! 

5 Remember thee and all thy pains. 
And all thy love to me; 

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains. 
Will I remember thee. 

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
And mind and memory flee, . 

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
Jesus, remember me. 

James Montgomery. 

Q Q A C. M. 

O U He Waiteth to be Geaciods. 
JESUS, Redeemer of mankind. 

Display thy saving power; 
Thy mercy let the sinner find. 
And know his gracious hour. 

2 Who thee beneath their feet have trod, 
And crucified afresh. 

Touch with thine all-victorious blood. 
And turn the stone to flesh. 

3 Open their eyes thy cross to see. 
Their ears, to hear thy -^ries: 

Sinner, thy Saviour weeps for thee; 
For thee he weeps and dies. 

4 All the day long he meekly stands. 
His rebels to receive; 

And shows his wounds, and spreads his 
And bids you turn and live. 

5 Turn, and your sins of deepest dye 
He will with Vjlood efface; 

E'en now he waits the blood to apply; 
Be saved, be saved by grace. 

C. Wesley. 

1 U O The Great Day of His Wrath. 
WOE to the men on earth who dwell. 

Nor dread the Almighty's frown. 

When God doth all his wrath reveal, 

And shower his judgments down. 

2 Sinners, expect those heaviest showers; 
To meet your God, prepare; 

For lo! the seventh angel pours 
His viai on the air. 


3 Lo! from their seats the mountamsleai-: 
The mountains arc not found; 

Transported far into the deep, 
And in the ocean drowned. 

4 Who then shall live and face the throne, 
And see the Judge severe? 

When heaven and earth are fled and gone, 
O where shall I appear? 

5 Now, only now, against that hour 
We may a place provide; 

Beyond the grave, beyond the power 

(Jf hell, our spirits hide: 
(5 Firm in the all-destroying shock, 

May view the final scene; 
For, lo! the everlasting Rock 

Is cleft to take us in. 

Charles Wesley. 

1 ?;7 c. M. 

J- 'J I Frailty of Life. 

THEE we adore, eternal Name! 

And humbly own to thee 
How feeble is our mortal frame. 

What dying worms are we! 

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 
As days and months increase; 

And every beating pulse we tell. 

Leaves but the number less. 
?, The year rolls round, and steals away 

The iareath that first it gave: 
Whate'er we do, where'er we be. 

We're traveling to the grave. 

4 Dangers stand thick through all the 

To push us to the tomb; 
.\nd fierce diseases wait around, 
To hurry mortals home. 

5 Infinite joy, or endless woe. 
Attends on every breath; 

And yet how unconcerned we go, 

Upon the brink of death! 
(> Waken. O Lord, our drowsy sense 

To walk this dangerous road; 
And if our souls are hurried hence. 

May they be found with God ! 

Isaac Watts. 

\rjn CM. 

1 I U Revelation Welcomed and 

HAIL, sacred truth! whose piercing rays 

Dispel the shades of night; 
Ditfusing o'er a ruined world 

The healing beams of light. 

Thy word, O Lord, with friendly aid, 

Restores our wandering feet; 
Converts the sorrows of the mind 

To joys divinely sweet. 

3 O send thy light and truth abroad 
In all their radiant blaze; 

And bid the admiring world adore 
The .glories of thy grace. 

J. Buttress. 


Give. CM. 

J. GraGGS, 1859. 

mC. M. 
Peefection of the Law and 
THY law is perfect, Lord of light; 

Thy testimonies sure; 
The statutes of thy realm are right, 
And thy commandment pure. 

2 Let these, O God, my soul convert, 
And make thy servant wise; 

Let these be gladness to my ears, 
The dayspring to mine eyes. 

3 By these may I be warned betimes; 
Who knows the guile within? 

Lord, save me from presumptuous 
Cleanse me from secret sin. 

4 So may the words my lips express, 
The thoughts that throng my mind, 

Lord, my strength and righteousness. 
With yiee acceptance find. 

J. Montgomery. 

1 on C. M. 
J_ «7 1/ Sufficiency and Freeness. 

WHAT amazing words of grace 

Are in the Gospel found! 
Suited to every sinner's case. 

Who knows the joyful sound. 

2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls. 
Are freely welcome here; 

Salvation, like a river, rolls, 
Abundant, free, and clear. 

3 Come, then, with all your wants and 

Your every burden bring: 
Here love, unchanging love, abounds, 
A deep, celestial spring. 

4 Whoever will, gracious word! 
May of this stream partake; 

Come, thirsty souls, and liless the Lord, 
And drink, for Jesus' sake. 

5 Millions of siimers, vile as you. 
Have licre found life and peace; 

Come, then, and prove its virtues too, 
And drink, adore, and Ijless. 

r r 
^00 Dedicated TO God. 

LET him to whom we now belong, 

His sovereign right assert; 
And take up every thankful song, 

And every loving heart. 

2 He justly claims us for his own. 
Who bought us with a price: 

The Christian lives to Christ alone; 
To Christ alone he dies. 

3 Jesus, thine own at last receive; 
Fulfill our hearts' desire: 

A.nd let us to thy glory live, 
And in thy cause expire. 

4 Our souls and bodies we resign; 
With joy we render thee 

Our all, — no longer ours, but thine 
To all eternity. 

Charles Wesley. 


To Doubt, Disloyal. 


IT is hard to work for God, 

To rise and take his part 
Upon this battle-field of earth. 

And not sometimes lose heart. 

2 He hides himself so wondrously. 
As though there were no God; 

He is least seen when all the powers 
Of ill are most abroad; 

3 Or he deserts us in the hour 
The fight is all but lost, 

A.nd seems to leave us to ourselves 
Just when we need him most. 

4 It is not so, but so it looks; 
And we lose courage then; 

And doubts will come if God hath kept 
His promises to men. 

5 But right is right, since God is God; 
And right the day must win; 

To doubt would be disloyalty, 
To falter would be sin. 

Trederick W. Faber. 

Evan. CM. 


Wm. Henry Havergal, 1849. 

I I 



C. M. 
The Pledge of Joys to Come. 

WHY should the children of a King 
Go mourning all their days? 

Great Comforter, descend and bring 
The tokens of thy grace, 

2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, 
And seal the heirs of heaven? 

When wilt thou banish my complaints. 
And show my sins forgiven? 

3 Assure my conscience of her part 
In the Redeemer's Vjlood; 

And bear thy witness with my heart. 
That I am born of God. 

4 Thou art the earnest of his love. 
The pledge of joys to come; 

May thy blest wings, celestial Dove, 
Convey me safely home. 

Isaac Watts. 


The Grace Th.\t Saves. 

C. M. 

JESUS, the sinner's rest thou art, 
From guilt, and fear, and pain; 

While thou art absent from the heart 
We look for rest in vain. 

2 O when wilt thou my Saviour he? 
O when shall I be clean? 

The true eternal Sabbath see, 
A perfect rest from sin? 

3 The consolations of thy word 
My soui have long upheld; 

The faithful promise of the Lord 
Shall surely be fulfilled. 

4 I look to my incarnate God 
Till he his work begin; 

And wait till his redeeming blood 
Shall cleanse me from all sin. 

5 Thy blood shall over all prevail, 
And sanctify the' \inclean; 

The grace that save'J the soul from hell, 
Will save from present sin. 

A. M. Toplady. 


The Revealing Spirit. 


FATHER of all, in whom alone 

AVe live, and move, and breathe: 
One bright, celestial ray dart down, 

And cheer thy sons beneath. 

While in thy word we search for thee, 

(We search with trembling awe;) 
Open our eyes and let us see 

The wonders of thy law. 
3 Now let our darkness comprehend . 

The light that shines so clear; 
Now the revealing Spirit send. 

And give us ears to hear. 
i Before us make thy goodness pass, 

Which here by faith we know; 
Let us in Jesus see thy face, 

And die to all below. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Affections Crucified. 


JESUS, my life, thyself apply; 

Thy Holy Spirit breathe: 
My vile affections crucify; 

Conform me to thy death. 

2 Conqueror of hell, and earth, and sin, 
Still with the rebel strive; 

Enter my soul and work within, 
And kill and make alive. 

3 More of thy life, and more I have. 
As the old Adam dies: 

Bury me. Saviour, in thy grave. 
That I with thee may rise. 

4 Reign in me. Lord; thy foes control. 
Who would not own thy sway; 

Diffuse thine image thr^ough my soul; 
Shine to the perfect day. 

5 Scatter the last remains of sin. 
And seal me thine abode; 

O make me glorious all within, 
A temple built by God! 

Charles Wesley. 


Balerma. 0. M. 

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110 CM. 

lit/ Life. Light and Love. 
ENTHRONED oa high, Almighty Lord, 

The Holy Ghost send down; 
Fulfill in us thy faithful word, 

And all thy mercies crown. 

2 Though on our heads no tongues of fire 
Their wondrous powers impart, 

Grant, Saviour, what we more desire, 
Thy Spirit in our heart. 

3 Spirit of life, and light, and love, 
Thy heavenly influence give; 

Quicken our souls, our guilt remove. 
That we in Christ may live. 

4 To our benighted minds reveal 
The glories of his grace. 

And bring us where no clouds conceal 
The brightness of his face. 

5 His love within us shed abroad, 
Life's ever-springing well; 

Till God in us, and we in God, 
In love eternal dwell. 

T. Haweis. 



The Spirit's Enlightening 

COME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire; 

Let us thy influence prove; 
Source of the old prophetic fire; 

Fountain of life and love. 

2 Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by thee 
The prophets wrote and spoke: 

Unlock the truth, thyself the key; 
Unseal the sacred book. 

3 Expand thy wings, Celestial Dove 
Brood o'er our nature's night; 

On our disordered spirHs move, 
And let there now be light. 

4 God, through himself, we then shall 

If thou within us shine; 
And sound, with all thy saints below, 
The depths of love divine. 

01 Q CM. 

Li LfJ Appboaohing the Table. 
JESUS, at whose supreme command, 

We now approach to God, 
Before us in thy vesture stand. 

Thy vesture dipped in blood. 

2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, 
And make thy nature known; 

Affix thy blessed Spirit's seal, 
And stamp us for thine own. 

3 The tokens of thy dying love, 
O let us all receive. 

And feel the quickening Spirit move, 
And sensibly believe. 

4 The cup of blessing, blest by thee, 
Let it thy blood impart; 

The bread thy mystic body be, 
To cheer each languid heart. 

5 The living bread sent down from 

In us vouchsafe to be: 
Thy flesh for all the world is given. 
And all may live by thee. 

\j u He Died foe Thee. 

BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 

Nailed to the shameful tree: 
How vast the love that him inclined 

To bleed and die for thee. 

2 Hark! how he groans while nature 

And earth's strong pillars bend: 
The temple's veil in sunder breaks. 
The solid marbles rend. 

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid! 
Receive my soul! he cries: 

See where he bows his sacred head ; 
He bows his head, and dies. 

4 But soon he'll break death's envious 

And in full glory shine: 
O Lamb of God, was ever pain, 
Was ever love like thine? 


With gentleness. 

Siloam. CM. 57 

By permission. Isaac B. Woodbuuy, 18.50. 



OOi) CM. 

OOiL, Return of the Spirit. 

FOR a closer walk with God, 
A calm and heavenly frame; 

A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 
When first I saw the Lord? 

Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus and his word? 

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! 
How sweet their memory still! 

But they have left an aching void 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
Sweet messenger of rest: 

1 hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
And drove thee from my breast. 

5 The dearest idol I have known, 
What'er that idol be, 

Help me to tear it from thy throne. 
And worship only thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 
Calm and serene my frame; 

So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

W. Cowper. 

91 A ^■■'^• 

^ L'f Suffer the Little Children to 

Come unto Me. 
SEE, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands 

With all-engaging charms; 
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs. 

And folds them in his arms. 

2 Permit them to approach, he cries. 
Nor scorn their humble name; 

For 'twas to bless such souls as these 
The Lord of angels came. 

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful 

And yield them up to thee; 
Joyful that we ourselves are thine. 
Thine let our offspring be. 

P. Doddridge. 

i)-t ^ CM. 

^ 1 f J Children in the Arms of Jesus. 

BEHOLD what condescending love 

Jesus on earth displays! 
To babes and sucklings he extends 

The riches of his grace. 

2 He still the ancient promise keeps, 
To our forefathers given; 

Young children in his arms he takes 
And calls them heirs of heaven. 

3 Forbid them not, whom Jesus calls, 
Nor dare the claim resist. 

Since his own lips to us declare 
Of such will heaven consist. 

4 With flowing tears and thankful hearts, 
We give them up to thee; 

Receive them. Lord, into thine arms; 
Thine may they ever be. 

J. Peacock and A. M. Toplady. 


The Chbistian Child. 

C M. 

BY COOL Siloam's shady rill, 

How sweet the lily grows! 
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 

Of Sharon's dewy rose! 

2 Lo! such the child whose early feet 
The paths of peace have trod; 

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 
The lily must decay; 

The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 
Of man's maturer age 

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power. 
And stormy passion's rage. 

5 O thou who givest life and breath, 
We seek thy grace alone, 

In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 
To keep us still thine own. 



Woodland. CM. 

Nathaniel B. Gould, 18?^ 

Remember Me. 

THO IJ from whom all goodness flows 
I lift my soul to thee; 

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
O Lord, remember me. 

2 If, for thy sake, upon my name 
Reproach and shame shall be, 

1 hail reproach, and welcome shame; 
O Lord, remember me. 

3 When worn with pain, disease, and 

This feeble body see; 
Grant patience, rest, and kind i-elief ; 

Lord, remember me. 

4 When, in the solemn hour of death, 

1 wait thy just decree. 

Be this the prayer of my last breath, 
O Lord, remember me. 

5 And when before thy throne I stand, 
And lift my soul to thee. 

Then, with the saints at thy right hand, 
Lord, remember me. 

T. Haweis. 

1 O t/ The Wonders of Redemption. 
HOW great the wisdom, power, and grace 

Which in redemption shine; 
The heavenly host with joy confess 
The work is all divine. 

2 Before his feet they cast their crowns, 
Those crowns which Jesus gave, 

And, with ten thousand thousand 
Proclaim his power to save. 

3 They tell the triumphs of his cross. 
The sufferings which he bore; 

How low he stooped, how liigh he rose. 
And rose to stoop no more. 

4 With them let us our voices raise. 
And still the song renew; 

Salvation well deserves the praise 
Of men and angels too. 

B. Beddome. 


■Returning to Zion with Songs 
OF Joy. 

DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust 

Exalt thy fallen head; 
Again in thy Redeemer trust. 

He calls thee from the dead. 

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength. 
Thy beautiful array; 

The day of freedom dawns at length. 
The Lord's appointed day. 

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, 
And send thy heralds forth: 

Say to the south, "Give up thy charge! 
And, Keep not back, O north!" 

4 They come, they come: thine exiled 

Where'er they rest or roam. 
Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
And hasten to their home. 

5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, 
And God his works destroy, 

With songs thy ransomed shall return. 
And everlasting joy. 


4 0(i CM. 

'Tf) U Perfect Freedom. 

IF THOU impart thyself to me, 

No other good I need: 
If thou, the Son, shalt make me free, 

I shall be free indeed. 

2 I cannot rest till in thy blood 
I full redemption have; 

But thou, through whom I come to God, 
Canst to the utmost save. 

3 From sin, — the guilt, the power, the 

Thou wilt redeem my soul: 
Lord, I believe — and not in vain; 
My faith shall make me whole. 

Charles Wesley. 

Chelmsford. CM. 59 

Aaron Chapin, 1823. 

The Joyful Sound. 

SALVATION! O the joyful sound! 

What pleasure to our ears; 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 

A cordial for our fears. 

2 Salvation! let the echo fly 
The spacious earth around, 

While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb 
To thee the praise belongs: 

Salvation shall inspire our hearts, 
And dwell upon our tongues. 

Isaac Watts. 


The Woek Accomplished. 

C. : 

COME, O my God, the promise seal, 
This mountain, sin, remove; 

Now in my waiting soul reveal 
The virtue of thy love. 

2 I want thy life, thy purity, 
Thy righteousness, brought in: 

I ask, desire, and trust in thee 
To be redeemed from sin. 

3 For this, as taught by thee, I pray, 
My inbred sin cast out: 

Thou wilt, in me, thy power display; 
I can no longer doubt. 

4 Let anger, sloth, desire, and pride. 
This moment be subdued; 

Be cast into the crimson tide 
Of my Redeemer's blood. 

5 Saviour, to thee my soul looks up, 
My present Saviour thou! 

In all the confidence of hope 
I claim the blessing now. 

6 'Tis done;thoudost this moment 
W^ith full salvation bless: 

x^edemption through thy Ijlood I have, 
And spotless love and peace. 

Charles Wesley 

All-sufficienoy of the Gospel. 

THE Gospel! 0, what endless charms 
Dwell in that blissful sound; 

Its influence every fear disarms, 
And spreads delight around. 

2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine, 
In rich efl'usion flow. 

For guilty rebels, lost in sin. 
And doomed to endless woe. 

3 The almighty Former of the skies 
Stoops to our vile abode, 

While angels view with wondering eyes, 
And hail the incarnate God. 

4 How rich the depths of love divine, 
Of bliss a boundless store! 

Redeemer, let me call thee mine, 
Thy fullness I implore. 

5 On thee alone my hope relies; 
Beneath thy cross I fall; 

My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, 
My Saviour, and my all! 

Anne Steele. 


Thy Will be Done. 

THY presence. Lord, the place shall fill; 

My heart shall be thy throne; 
Thy holy, just, and perfect will, 

Shall in my flesh be done. 

2 I thank thee for the present grace, 
And now in hope rejoice; 

In confidence to see thy face. 
And always hear thy voice. 

3 I have the things I ask of thee; 
What more shall I require? 

That still my soul may restless be, 
And only thee desire. 

4 Thy only will be done, not mine. 
But make me, Lord, thy home: 

Come as thou wilt, I that resign, 
But 0, my Jesus, come! 

Charles W^esley. 


Arlington. 0. M. 

Thos. a. Arne, 1762. 








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Faith Sees the Final Triumph. 


AM I a soldier of the cross, 

A follower ol the Lamb, 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 

Or blush to speak his name? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 
On flowery beds of ease; 

While others fought to win the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face? 
Must I not stem the flood? 

Is this vile world a friend to grace. 
To help me on to God? 

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; 
Increase my courage, Lord; 

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain. 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war 
Shall conquer, though they die: 

They see the triumph from afar, 
By faith they bring it nigh. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise. 
And all thy armies shine. 

In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall be thine. 

Isaac Watts. 

C. M. 

I « O Renewing the Covenant. 

COME, let us use the grace divine 

And all, with one accord, 
In a perpetual covenant join 

Ourselves to Christ the Lord; 

2 vjive up ourselves, through Jesus' 

His name to gloriiy: 
And promise, in this sacred hour. 
For God to live and die. 

3 The covenant we this moment make 
Be ever kept in mind; 

We will no more our God forsake, 
Or cast his words behind. 

4 We never will throw off his fear, 
Who hears our solemn vow; 

And if thou art well pleased to hear, 
Come down, and meet us now. 

5 Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Let all our hearts receive; 

Present with the celestial host. 
The peaceful answer give. 

6 To each the covenant blood apply. 
Which takes our sins away; 

And register our names on high. 
And keep us to that day. 

Charles Wesley. 


He Waitethto Be Gracious. 


THY ceaseless, unexhausted love. 

Unmerited and free. 
Delights our evil to remove. 

And help our misery. 

2 Thou waitest to be gracious still; 
Thou dost with sinners bear; 

That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, 
And all thy grace declare. 

3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me. 
To every soul, abound; 

A vast, unfathomable sea. 
Where all our thoughts are drowned. 

4 Its sti'eams the whole creation reach, 
So plenteous is the store; 

Enough for all, enough for each. 
Enough forever more. 

5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, 
A rock that cannot move: 

A thousand promises declare 
Thy constancy of love. 

6 Throughout the universe it reigns, 
Unalterably sure; 

And while the truth of God remains. 

His goodness must endure. 
^ Charles Wesley. 

Marlow. 0. M. 

J— J 1 n L 




FATHER, to thee my soul I lift; 

My soul on thee depends; 
Convinced that every perfect gift 

From thee alone descends. 

2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, 
And power and wisdom too; 

Without the Spirit of thy Son, 
We nothing good can do. 

3 We cannot speak one useful word. 
One holy thought conceive. 

Unless, in answer to our Lord 
Thyself the blessing give. 

4 Hifi blood demands the purchased 


His blood's availing plea 
Obtained the help for all our race, 

And sends it down to me. 
6 Thou all our works in us hast wrought; 

Our good is all divine: 
The praise of every virtuous thought, 

And righteous word, is thine. 
6 From thee, through Jesus, we receive 

The power on thee to call. 
In whom we are, and move, and live; 

Our God is all in all. 

Charles Wesley. 



Pkeciousness of the Bible. 

HOW precious is the book divine. 

By inspiration given; 
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 

To guide our souls to heaven. 

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts 
In this dark vale of tears; 

And life, and light, and joy imparts, 
And banishes our fears. 

3 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
Of life, shall guide our way; 

Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 

J. Fawcett 

OuE Eyee-peesent Guide. 

JESUS, the Lord of glory, died. 

That we might never die; 
And now he reigns supreme, to guide 

His people to the sky. 
2 Weak though we are, he still is near, 

To lead, console, defend; 
In all our sorrow, all our fear. 

Our all-sufficient Friend. 

From his high throne in bliss, he 

Our every prayer to heed; 
Bears with our folly, soothes our pains, 

Supplies our every need. 
4 And from his love's exhaustless spring, 

Joys like a river come. 
To make the desert bloom and sing, 

O'er which we travel home. 

O Jesus, there is none like thee. 

Our Saviour and our Lord; 
Through earth and heaven exalted be, 

Beloved, obeyed, adored. 


Z D4i Love, the Test of Discipleship. 

OUR God is love; and all his saints 

His image bear below: 
The heart with love to God inspired. 

With love to man will glow. 

2 None who are truly born of God 
Can live in enmity; 

Then may we love each other, Lord, 
As we are loved by thee. 

3 Heirs of the same immortal bliss, 
Our hopes and fears the same. 

With bonds of love our hearts unite, 
With mutual love inflame. 

4 So may the unbelieving world 
See how true Christians love; 

And glorify our Saviour's grace, 
And seek that grace to prove. 

T. Cotterill, 


St. Martins. 0. M. 


"Wm. Tansur, 1735. 

-Cp *=Cs> ^ ^Tz, j^tssziHz^ 


i ^^i^ fea; 


AA7 ^- M 

U U I Triumphant Jot. 

MY God, the spring of all my joys, 

The life of my delights, 
The glory of my brightest days. 

And comfort of my nights: 

2 In darkest shades, if thou appear. 
My dawning is begun; 

Thou art my soul's bright morning star, 
And thou my rising sun. 

3 The opening heavens around ine shine 
With l;eams of sacred bliss, 

If Jesus shows his mercy mine, 
And whispers I am his. 

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 
At that transporting word. 

Run up with joy the shining way. 
To see and praise my Lord. 

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 
I'd break through every foe; 

The wings of love and arms of faith 
Would bear me conqu'ror through. 

Isaac Watts. 

A ^ I^ C. M. 

U fj fj The Race for Gloey. 

AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve. 

And press with vigor on; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal. 

And an immortal crown. 

2 'Tis God's all-animating voice 
That calls thee from on high; 

'Tis he whose hand presents the prize 
To thine aspiring eye. 

3 A cloud of witnesses around 
Hold thee in full survey. 

Forget the steps already trod. 

And onward urge thy way. 
4: Blest Saviourl introduced by thee. 

Our race have we begun; 
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet 

We'll lay our trophies down. 

f . Doddridge. 


C. M. 

Ministering Spirits. 

WHICH of the monarchs of the earth 
Can boast a guard like ours. 

Encircled from our second birth, 
With all the heavenly powers? 

2 Myriads of bright, cherubic bands, 
Sent by the King of kings, 

Rejoice to bear us in their hands, 
And shade us with their wings. 

3 Angels, where'er we go, attend 
Our steps, what'er betide; 

With watchful care their charge defend. 
And evil turn aside. 

4 Our lives those holy angels keep 
From every hostile power; 

And, unconcerned, we sweetly sleep, 
As Adam in his bower. 

5 And when our spirits we resign, 
On outstretched wings they bear, 

And lodge us in the arms divine. 
And leave us ever there. 

Charles Wesley. 

X7Q CM. 

'} I O Light Shining oct of Darkness. 
GOD moves in a mysterious way. 

His wonders to perform : 
He plants his feotsteps in the sea, 

And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
Of never-failing skill. 

He treasures up his bright designs 
And works his sov 'reign will. 

3 Yc fearful saints, fresh courage take: 
The clouds ye so much dread 

Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
But trust him for his grace; 

Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a smiling face. 

Flowing style. 

Warwick. CM. 

Stanley Martin, 1810. 


5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
Unfolding every hour: 

The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err. 
And scan his work in vain: 

God is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 

William Cowper. 

/Lni ('-M. 

T^" i Amazinq Gbaoe. 

AMAZING grace! how sweet the sound, 
That saved a wretch like me! 

1 once was lost, but now arn found, 
Was blind, but now I see. 

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear 
And grace my fears relieved. 

How precious did that grace appear 
The hour I first believed! 

2 Through many dangers,toils,and snares. 
I have already come; 

'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far. 
And grace will lead me home. 

The Lord has promised good to me. 
His word my hope secures; 

Ho will my shield and portion be 
As long as life endures. 

3 Yes, when this flesh andhcart shall fail, 
And mortal life shall cease, 

I shall possess, within the veil, 

A life of joy and peace. 
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow. 

The sun forbear to shine; 
But God, who called me here below. 

Will be forever mine. 

John Newton. 

<^i^ ^ CM. 

The Good Pleasdbe of His Will. 

I KNOW that my Redeemer lives. 

And ever prays for me: 
A token of his love he gives, 

A {jledge of liberty. 


2 I find him lifting up my head; 
Ho brings salvation near; 

His presence makes me free indeed, 
And he will soon appear. 

3 He wills that I should holy be! 
What can withstand his will? 

The counsel of his grace in me 
He surely shall fulfill. 

4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word; 
I steadfastly believe 

Thou wilt return, and claim me. Lord, 
And to thyself receive. 

5 When God is mine, and I am his. 
Of paradise possessed, 

1 taste unutterable bliss. 
And everlasting rest. 

Charles Wesley. 

K99 CM. 

*j ^Li Foe the Watees of Salvation. 
FOUNTAIN of life, to all below 

Let thy salvation roll; 
Water, replenish, and o'erflow 

Every believing soul. 

2 Into that happy number. Lord, 
Us weary sinners take; 

Jesus, fulfill thy gracious word. 
For thine own mercy's sake. 

3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide. 
And we shall flow to thee. 

While down the stream of time wo glide 
To our eternity. 

4 The well of life to us thou art., 
Of joy, the swelling flood; 

Wafted by thee, with willing heart. 
We swift return to God. 

We soon shall reach the boundless sea; 
Into thy fullness fall; 
Bo lost and swallowed up in thee. 
Our God, our All in All. 

Charles Wesley, 


Brown. 0. M. 

Wm. B. Bradbury, 1840. 

' ' J.. 


C. M 

Convicted— Pardoned. 

IN EVIL long I took delight, 

Unawed by shame or fear, 
Till a new ot^ject struck my sight, 

And stopped my wild career. 

2 I saw One hanging on a tree. 
In agonies and blood, 

"Who fixed his languid eyes on me. 
As near his cross I stood. 

3 Sure never till my latest breath 
Can I forget that look: 

It seemed to charge me with his death, 
Though not a word he spoke. 

4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, 
And plunged me in despair; 

1 saw my sins his blood had spilt, 
And helped to nai) him there. 

5 Alas! I knew not what I did! 
But now my tears are vain: 

Where shall my trembling soul be hid? 
For I the Lord have slain! 

6 A second look he gave, which said, 
"I freely shall forgive; 

This blood is for thy ransom paid; 
I die that thou mayst live." 

7 Thus, while his death my sin displays 
In all its blackest hue. 

Such is the mystery of grace. 
It seals my pardon too. 

John Newton. 

Ot/O The Blood Applied. 

IN ANSWER to ten thousand prayers. 

Thou pardoning God, descend: 
Number me with salvation's heirs, 

My sins and troubles end. 

2 Nothing I ask or want beside, 
Of all in earth or heaven: 

But let me feel thy blood applied. 
And live and die forgiven. 

Cliarles Wesley. 

CifjD The Bond of Perfeotness. 
THE sacred bond of perfectness 

Is spotless charity; 
O let us. Lord, we pray, possess 

The mind that was in thee. 

2 Grant this, and then from all below 
Insensibly remove: 

Our souls the change shall scarcely know 
Made perfect first in love. 

3 With ease our souls through death shall 

Into their paradise; 
And thence on wings o^ angels ride 
Triumphant through the skies. 

4 Yet when the fullest joy is given, 
The same delight we prove; 

In earth, in paradise, in heaven, 
Our all in all is love. 

Charles Wesley. 


Behold the Lamb. 

LOOK unto Christ, ye sinners: own 

Your God, ye fallen race; 
Look, and be saved through faith alone. 

Be justified by grace. 

2 See all your sins on Jesus laid: 
The Lamb of God was slain; 

His soul was once an offering made 
For every soul of man. 

3 Awake from guilty nature's sleep, 
And Christ shall give you light; 

Cast all your sins into the deep. 
And wash the Ethiop white. 

4 With me, your chief , ye then shall know, 
Shall feel, your sins forgiven; 

Anticipate your heaven below. 
And own that love is heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 

Cross and Crown. CM. 6(> 

Western Melody. Allen. 



Awaking in Thy Likeness. 
JESUS, the all-restoriug Word, 

My fallen spirit's hope, 
After thy lovely likeness, Lord, 

Ah! when shall 1 wake uij? 

2 Thou, O my God, thou only art 
The Life, the Truth, the Way; 

Quicken my soul, instruct my heart, 
My sinking footsteps stay. 

3 Of all thou hast in earth below. 
In heaven above, to give. 

Give me thy only love to know, 
In thee to walk and live. 

4 Fill me with all the life of love; 
In mystic union join 

Me to thyself, and let me prove 
The fellowship divine. 

5 Open the intercourse between 
My longing soul and thee, 

Never to be broke off again 
To all eternity. 

Charles Wesley. 

C. M. 
The Conquering Love of Jesus. 


THAT I could my Lord receive. 
Who did the world redeem; 

Who gave his life that I might live 
A life concealed in him. 

2 O that I could the blessing prove. 
My heart's extreme desire; 

Live happy in my Saviour's love. 
And in his arms expire. 

3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace, 
That, kept by mercy's power, 

1 may from every evil cease. 
And never grieve thee more. 

4 Now, if thy gracious will it be, 
E'en now my sins remove. 

And set my soul at liberty 
By thy victorious love. 

- Charles Wesley. 

/*A7 CM. 

\)\J I TheOnly SolaoeinSobeow. 
O THOU wl\o driest the mourner's tear, 

How dark this world would be. 
If, when deceived and wounded here, 

We could not tiy to thee. 

2 The friends who in our sunshine live, 
When winter comes, are flown; 

And he who has but tears to give. 
Must weep those tears alone. 

3 But Christ can heal that broken heart, 
Which, like the plants that throw 

Their fragrance from the wounded pari^ 
Breathes sweetness out of woe. 

4 O who could bear life's stormy doom, 
Did not his wing of love 

Come brightly wafting through th' gloom, 
Our peace- branch from above. 

5 Then sorrow, touched by him, grows 

With more than rapture's ray; 
As darkness shows us worlds of light, 
We never saw by day. 

T. Moore. 


C. M. 

Peace in Believing. 
JESUS, to thee I now can fly, 

On whom iny help is laid: 
Oppressed by sins, I lift mine eye, 
And see the shadows fade. 

2 Believing on my Lord, I find 
A sure and present aid: 

On thee alone iny constant mind 
Be every moment stayed. 

3 What'er in me seems wise, or good, 
Or strong, I here disclaim: 

I wash my garments in the blood 
Of the atoning Lam b. 

4 Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest, 
On thee will I depend. 

Till summoned to the marriage-feast, 
When faith in sight shall end. 

Charles Wesley. 

Avon. 0. M. 

Hugh Wilson, 17- 




Entibe Pueifioation. 
FOREVER here my rest shall be, 

Close to thy bleeding side; 
This all iny hope, and all my plea. 

For me the Saviour died. 

2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 
Fountain for guilt and sin, 

Sprinkle me ever with thy blood. 
And cleanse and keep me clean. 

3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own; 
Wash me, and mine thou art; 

Wash me, but not my feet alone, 
My hands, my head, my heart. 

4 The atonement of thy blood apply. 
Till faith to sight improve; 

Till hope in full fruition die, 
And all my soul be love. 

C. Wesley. 


THE heavenly treasure now we have 

In a vile house of clay; 
But Christ will to the utmost save, 

And keep us to that day. 

2 Our souls are in his mighty nand, 
And he shall keep them still ; 

And you and I shall surely stand 
With him on Zion's hill. 

3 Him eye to eye we then shall see; 
Our face like his shall shine; 

O what a glorious company. 
When saints and angels join! 

4 O what a joyful meeting there! 
In robes of white arrayed; 

Palms in our hands we all shall bear, 
And crowns upon our head. 

5 Then let us lawfully contend. 
And fight our passage through; 

liear in our faithful mind the end. 
And keep the prize in view. 

Charles Wesley. 


Cordial Obedience. 
COME, Lord, and claim me for thine own; 

Saviour, thy right assert; 
Come, gracious Lord, set up thy throne, 

And reign within my heart. 

2 The day of thy great power I feel, 
And pant for liberty; 

1 loathe myself, deny my will. 
And give up all to thee. 

3 I hate my sins, no longer mine, 
For I renounce them too; 

My weakness with thy strength I join; 
Thy strength shall all subdue. 

4 So shall I bless thy pleasing sway, 
And, sitting at thy feet. 

Thy laws with all my heart obey, 
With all my soul submit. 

Charles Wesley. 

j ?CQ C.M. 

"TfJ t/ Refining Fire of the Holy Spieit. 

JESUS, thine all-victorious love 

Shed in my heart abroad: 
Then shall my feet no longer rove. 

Rooted and fixed in God. 

2 O that in me the sacred fire 
* Might now begin to glow: 
Burn up the dross of base desire: 

And make the mountains flow. 

3 O that it now from heaven might fall, 
And all my sins consume: 

Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call; 
Spirit of burning, conje. 

4 Refining fire, go through my heart; 
Illuminate my soul; 

Scatter thy life through every part, 
And sanctify the whole. 

5 My steadfast soul, from falling free, 
Shall then no longer move; 

While Christ is all the world to me. 
And all my heart is love. 

Charles Wesley. 

Helena C. M. 67 

Wm. B. Bradbury. 1853. 


The Believee's Kest. 

LORD, I believe a rest remains 

To all thy people known;* 
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 

And thou art loved alone: 

2 A rest where all our soul's desire 
Is fixed on things above; 

Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 
Cast out by perfect love. 

3 O that I now the rest might know, 
Believe, and enter in: 

Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, 
And let me cease from sin. 

4 Remove this hardness from my heart; 
This unbelief remove: 

To me the rest of faith impart. 
The Sabbath of thy love. 

Charles Wesley. 

6^^ C. M. 

O O Walk in the Light. 
WALK in the light! so shalt thou know 

That fellowship of love; 
His Spirit only can bestow 
Who reigns in light above. 

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find 
Thy heart made truly his 

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, 
In whom no darkness is. 

3 Walk in the light! and thou shalt own 
Thy darkness i)assed away. 

Because that Light hath onthee shone, 
In which is perfect day. 

4 Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb 
No fearful shade shall wear; 

Glory shall chase away its gloom, 
For Christ hath conquered there. 

5 Walk in the light! thy path shall be 
Peaceful, serene, and bright: 

For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, 
And Grod himself is light. 

B. Barton. 


Without God in the Woeld. 

GOD is in this and every place; 

But O, how dark and void 
To me! 'tis one great wilderness, 

This earth without my God. 

2 Empty of him who ail things fills. 
Till he his light impart, 

Till ho his glorious 5cLf reveals. 
The veil is on my heart. 

3 O thou who seest and knowcst my grief. 
Thyself unseen, unknown. 

Pity my helpless unbelief. 
And break my heart of stone. 

4 Regard me with a gracious eye; 
The long-sought blessing give; 

And bid me, at the point to die, 
Behold thy face and live. 

Charles Wesley. 


*J*J^ Deqent Pleadings. 

IS THERE a thing too hard for thee. 

Almighty Lord of all; 
Whose threatening looks dry up the sea, 

And make the mountains falli' 

2 Who, who shall in thy presence stand, 
And match Omnipotence? 

Ungrasi) the hold of thy right hand. 
Or pluck the sinner thence? 

3 Sworn to destroy, let earth assail; 
Nearer to save thou art, 

Stronger than all the powers of hell, 
And greater chan my heart. 

4 Lol to the liills I lift mine eye; 
Thy promised aid I claim: 

Father of mercies, glorify 
Thy favorite Jesus' name. 

5 Salvation in thy name is found, 
Balm of my grief and care; 

A. medicine for every wound, 
All. all I want is there. 

Charles Wesley. 


China. CM. 

Timothy Swan, 1800. 


C. M. 

Certainty of the Resuehection. 

WHY do we mourn for dying friends, 

Or shake at death's alarms? 
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends. 

To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward too, 
As fast as time can move? 

Nor should we wish the hours more slow. 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 
Their bodies to the tomb? 

There once the flesh of Jesus lay. 
And left a long perfume. 

4 The graves of all his saints he blest. 
And softened every bed: 

Where should the dying members rest, 
But with their dying Head? 

5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 
And showed our feet the way: 

Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly. 
At the great rising day. 

6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound, 
And bid our kindred rise: 

Awake, ye nations under ground; 
Ye saints, asend the skies. 

Isaac Watts. 


C. M. 
Boast not Thyself of To-morrow. 

WHY should we boast of time to come, 

Though but a single day? 
This hour may fix our final doom. 

Though strong, and young, and gay. 

2 The present we should now redeem; 

This only is our own; 
The past, alas! is all a dream; 

The future is unknown, 

3 O, think what vast concerns depend 
Upon a moment's space, 

When life and all its cares shall end 
In vengeance or in grace! 

4 O for that power which melts the heart, 
And lifts the soul on high. 

Where sin, and grief, and death depart. 
And i>leasures never die. 

5 There we with ecstasy shall fall 
Before Immanuel's feet; 

And hail him as our All in all. 
In happiness complete. 

M. Wilkes. 


C. M. 

Secrets of the Heart made Known, 

AND must I be to judgment brought. 

And answer in that day 
For every vain and idle thought, 

And every word I say? 

2 Yes, every secret of my heart 
Shall shortly be made known, 

And I receive my just desert 
For all that I have done. 

3 How careful then ought I to live; 
With what religious fear; 

Who such a strict account must give 
For my behavior here. 

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead 
The watchful i^ower bestow; 

So shall I to my ways take heed. 
To all I speak or do. 

5 If now thou standest at the door, 

let me feel thee near; 

And make my peace with God, before 

1 at thy bar appear. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Land of Rest. 
THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, 

To mourning wanderers given; 
There is a joy for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast, 

'Tis found above in heaven. 

2 There is a home for weary souls 
By sin and sorrow driven, 

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
Where storms arise and ocean rolls, 
And all is drear but heaven. 

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, 
To brighter prospects given; 

And views the tempest passing by, 
And evening shadows quickly fly, 
And all serene in heaven 

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 
And joys supreme are given; 

There rays divine disperse the gloom. 
Beyond the confines of the tomb 
Appears the dawn of heaven. 

W. B. Tappan. 

i O f * Sin Kills Beyond the Tomb. 
VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear; 

Repent, thine end is nigh; 
Death, at the farthest, can't be far: 

O think before thou die. 

2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save; 
Thy sins, how high they mount! 

What are thy hopes beyond the grave? 
How stands that dark account? 

3 Death enters, and there's no defence; 
His time there's none can tell; 

He'll in a moment call thee hence, 
To heaven, or down to hell. 

4 Thy flesh (perhaps thy greatest care) 
Shall into dust consume; 

But, ah! destruction stops not there; 
Sin kills beyond the tomb. 

J. Hart. 

The Dreadful Sentence. 

THAT awful day will surely come; 

The appointed hour makes haste, 
When I must stand before my Judge, 

And pass the solemn test. 

2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys, 
Thou ruler of my heart, 

How could I bear to hear thy voice 
Pronounce the word, "Depart!" 

3 The thunder of that awful word 
Would so torment my ear, 

'Twould tear my soul asunder. Lord, 
With most tormenting fear. 

4 What, to be banished from my Lord, 
And yet forbid to die; 

To linger in eternal pain, 
And death forever fly? 

5 O wretched state of deep despair. 
To see my God remove. 

And fix my doleful station where 
I must not taste his love. 

Isaac Watts. 


C. M. 
The Shaupness of Death Oveecome. 

CALM on the bosom of thy God, 

Fair spirit, rest thee now! 
E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, 

His seal was on thy brow. 

2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath! 
Soul, to its place on high! 

They that have seen thy look in death, 
No more may fear to die. 

3 Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, 
Whence thy meek smile is gone; 

But O, a brighter home than ours. 
In heaven is now thine own. 

Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans. 


Northfield. CM. 

J. Incalls, 17—. 


1. I'm not ashamed to own my Lord. Or todefend bJs'cause ; 




tain the honor of his word, The glories of his cross, 

Maintain the honor 


Maintain the honor of his word, The glo - ries of his cioss. 

Maiutninthehonorof his word, ^ 

of hisword.Maintainthe honor of his word. 


C. M. 

Not Ashamed of the Gospeij. 

2 Jesus, my God! — I know his name; 
His name is all my trust: 

Nor will he put my soul to shame, 
Nor let my hope be lost. 

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 
And he can well secure 

What I've committed to his hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name 
Before his Father's face, 

And in the New Jerusalem 
Appoint my soul a place. 

Isaac Watts. 


The Thought of God. 

C. M. 

O HOW the thought of God attracts 
And draws the heart from earth, 

And sickens it of passing shows 
And dissipating mirth. 

2 'Tis not enough to save our souls. 
To shun he eternal fires: 

The thought of God will rouse the heart 
To more sublime desires. 

3 God only is the creature's home, 
Though rough and strait the road; 

Yet nothing less can satisfy 
The love that longs for God. 

4 O utter but the name of God 
Down in your heart of hearts, 

And see how from the world at once 
All tempting light departs! 

5 A trusting heart, a yearning eye, 

Can win their way above; 
If mountains can be moved by faith, 

Is there less power in love? 

Frederick W. Faber. 


The Godhe.\d Keconciled. 

C. M. 

COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God in persons three; 
Bring back the heavenly blessing lost 

By all mankind and me. 

2 Thy favor and thy nature too, 

To me, to all restore; 
Forgive, and after God renew, 

And keep me evermore. 

3 Eternal Sun of Righteousness, 
Display thy beams divine. 

And cause the glories of thy face 
Upon my heart to shine. 

4 Light, in thy light, O may I see. 

Thy grace and mercy prove; 
Revived, and cheered, and blest by th«e. 

The God of pardoning love. 

5 Lift up thy countenance serene, 
And let thy happy child 

Behold, without a cloud between. 
The Godhead reconciled. 

6 That all-comprising peace bestow 
On me, through grace forgiven; 

The joys of holiness below, 
And then the joys of heaven. 

Charles Wesley, 

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G. F. Handel, 1684. Arr. by L. Mason. 

ev-'ry heart pre-pare him room, And heav'n and nature sing, And 

And heav'n and nature 

And heav'n and nature 

heav'n and ua-ture sing, And heav'n, and heav'n and na-ture sing. 
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Joy to the World. 

2 Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns; 
Let men their songs employ: 

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sin and sorrow grow. 
Nor thorns infest the ground; 

He comes to make his blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 
And makes the nations prove 

The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 

Isaac Watts. 

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J vU The Saints IN Gloey. 
GIVE me the wings of faith to rise 

Within the veil, and see 
The saints above, how great their joys, 
How bright their glories be. 

2 Once they were mourners here below, 
And poured out cries and tears; 

They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 

3 I ask them whence their victory came: 
They, with united breath. 

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
Their triumph to his death. 

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod 
His zeal inspired their breast; 

And, following their incarnate God, 
Possess the promised rest. 

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise 
For his own pattern given; 

While the long cloud of witnesses 
Show the same path to heaven. 

Isaac Watts. 

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e) O The heavenly guest. 

COME, let us who in Christ believe. 
Our common Saviour praise: 
To him, with joyful voices give 
The glory of his grace. 

2 He now stands knocking at the door 
Of every sinner's heart: 

The worst need keep him out no more. 
Or force him to depart. 

3 Through grace we hearken to his voice, 
Yield to be saved from sin; 

In sure and certain hope rejoice, 
That thou wilt enter in. 

4 Come quickly, in, thou heavenly Guest, 
Nor ever hence remove; 

But sup with us, and let the feast 
Be everlasting love. 

Chaeles Wesley. 


Willow-Dale. C. M. Double. 

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U iij His Service is Perfect Freedom! 

BEHOLD! I come with joy to do 

The Master's blessed will; 
My Lord in outward works pursue, 

And serve his pleasure still. 
Thus faithful to my Lord's commands, 

I choose the better part, 
And serve with careful Martha's hands, 

But loving Mary's heart. 

2 Though careful, without care I am. 
Nor feel my happy toil. 

Preserved in peace by Jesus' name, 

Supported by his smile: 
Rejoicing thus my faith to show, 

His service my reward; 
While every work I do below, 

I do it to the Lord. 

3 O! that the world the art might know 
Of living thus to thee; 

And find their heaven begun below. 

And here thy glory see; 
Walking in all the works prepared 

To exercise their grace, 
They gain at last their full reward. 

And see thy glorious face. 

Charles Wesley. 



And so Fulfill the Law of 
TRY us, O God, and search the ground 

Of every sinful heart: 
Whate'er of sin in us is found, 
O bid it all depart. 

2 If to the right or left we stray, 
Leave us not comfortless; 

But guide our feet into the way 
Of everlasting peace. 

3 Help us to help each other, Lord, 
Each other's cross to bear: 

liCt each his friendly aid afford; 
And feel his brother's care. 

4 Help us to build each other up; 
Our little stock improve; 

Increase our faith, confirm our hope, 
And perfect us in love. 

5 Up into thee, our living Head, 
Let us in all things grow. 

Till thou hast made us free indeed. 
And spot.' ess here below. 

6 Then, when the mighty work is wrought, 
Receive thy ready bride: 

Give us in heaven a happy lot 
With all the sanctified. Wesley. 


Safety in Union. 

C. M. 

JESUS, great Shepherd of the sheep, 

To thee for help we fly; 
Thy little flock in safety keep, 

For 0! the wolf is nigh. 

2 He comes, of hellish malice full, 
To scatter, tear and slay; 

He seizes every straggling soul 
As his own lawful prey. 

3 Us into thy protection take, 
And gather with thine arm; 

Unless the fold we first forsake, 
The wolf can never harm. 

4 We laugh to scorn his cruel power, 
While hy our Shepherd's side; 

The sheep he never can devour, 
Unless he first divide. 

5 O do not suffer him to part 
The souls that here agree; 

But make us of one mind and heart. 
And keep us one in thee. 

6 Together let us sweetly live. 
Together let us die; 

And each a starry crown receive. 
And reign above the sky. 

Charles Wesley. 

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Clothed with Saltation. 
JESUS, the word of mercy give, 

And let it swiftly run; 
And let the priests themselves believe, 

And put salvation on. 

2 Ready thy promise to embrace, 
May all thy people prove 

The plenitude of gospel grace, 
The joy of perfect love. 

3 Jesus, let all thy servants shine 
Illustrious as the sun; 

And, bright with borrowed rays divine, 
Their glorious circuit run. 

4 Beyond the reach of mortals, spread 
Their light where'er they go; 

\nd heavenly influences shed 
On all the world below. 

5 As giants may they run their race 
Exulting in their might; 

As burning luminaries chase 
The gloom of hellish night. 

6 As the bright Sun of righteousness. 
Their healing wings display; 

And let their lustre still increase 
Unto the perfect day. 

Charles Wesley. 

575 Habitual Devotion . 
WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, 

Be my vain wishes stilled; 
A nd may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled. 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed: 
To thee my thoughts would soar: 

Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed. 
That mercy I adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 
Thy ruling hand I see! 

Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
Because conferred by thee. 


4 In every joy that crowns my days, 
In every pain I bear, 

My heart shall find delight in praise. 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings my favored hour. 
Thy love my thoughts shall fill; 

Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 

6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 
The gathering storm shall see: 

My steadfast heart shall know no fear. 
That heart will rest on thee. 

Helen. M. Williams. 

C. M. 

See how these Chtistians Love! 

GIVER of concord, Prince of peace, 

eek lamb-like Son of God! 
Bid our unruly passion cease. 
By thy atoning blood. 

2 Rebuke our rage, our passions chide; 
Our stubborn wills control; 

Beat down our wrath, root out our pride, 
And calm each troubled soul. 

3 Subdue in us the carnal mind; 
Its enmity destroy; 

With cords of love our spirits bind, 
And melt us into joy. 

4 Us into closest union draw, 
And in our inward parts 

Let kindness sweetly write her law, 
And love command our hearts. 

5 Saviour, look down with pitying eyes. 
Our jarring wills control: 

Let cordial, kind affections rise. 
And harmonize the soul. 

6 O let us find the ancient way 
Our wondering foes to move. 

And force the heathen world to say. 
See how these Christians love! 

Charles Wesley, 

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ALL praise to our redeeming Lord, 

Who joins us by his grace, 
And bids us, each to each restored, 

Together seek liis face. 

2 He bids us build each other up; 
And, gathered into one, 

To our high calling's glorious hope, 
We hand in hand go on. 

3 The gift which he on one bestows. 
We all delight to prove; 

The grace through every vessel flows, 
In purest streams of love. 

4 E'en now we think and speak the same. 
And cordially agree, 

United all, through Jesus' name, 
In perfect harmony. 

5 We all partake the joy of one; 
The common peace we feel; 

A peace to sensual minds unknown, 
A joy unspeakable. 

6 And if our fellowship below 
In Jesus be so sweet, 

What height of rapture shall we know 
When round his throne we meet ! 

Charles Wesley. 


C, M. 

Foe Victorious F/UTH. 

O FOR a faith that will not shrink. 
Though pressed by every foe; 

That will not tremble on the brink 
Of any earthly woe; 

2 That will not murmur or complain 
Beneath the chastening rod, 

But, in the hour of grief or pain, 
Will lean upon its God; 

3 A faith that shines more bright and 

When tempests rage without; 
That when in danger knows no fear. 
In darkness feels no doubt; 

4 That bears, unmoved, the world's dread 

Nor heeds its scornful smile; 
That seas of trouble cannot drown, 
Nor Satan's arts beguile; 

5 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
Till life's last hour is fled. 

And with a pure and heavenly ray 
Illumes a dying bed. 

6 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 
And then, whatc'er may come. 

We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss 
Of ah eternal home. 

W. H. Bathnrst. 


Kejoicino in Hope. 

LIFT up your hearts to things above, 

Ye followers of the Lamb, 
And join with us to praise his love. 

And glorify his name. 

2 To Jesus' name give thanks and sing, 
W^hose mercies never end: 

Rejoice! rejoice! the Lord is King; 
The King is now our Friend. 

3 W^e for his sake count all things loss; 
On earthly good look down; 

And joyfully sustain the cross 
Till we receive the crown. 

4 O let us stir each other up, 
Our faith by works to approve. 

By holy, purifying hope, 
And the sweet task of love. 

5 Let all who for the promise wait, 
The Holy Ghost receive; 

And raised to our unsinning state. 
With God in Eden live: 

6 Live till the Lord in glory come, 
And wait his heaven to share: 

He now is fitting up your home: 
Go on, we'll meet you there. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Ministee's Peayee. 

C. M. 

JESUS, my strength and righteousness, 

My Saviour and my King, 
Triumphantly thy name I bless, 

Thy conquering na:ne I sing. 

2 Thou, Lord, hast magnified thy name. 
Thou hast maintained thy cause; 

And I enjoy the glorious shame, 
The scandal of thy cross. 

3 Thou gavest me to speak thy word, 
In the appointed hour; 

I have proclaimed my dying Lord; 
And felt thy Spirit's power. 

4 Superior to my foes I stood, 
Above their smile or frown; 

On all the strangers to thy blood 
With pitying love looked down. 

5 O let me have thy presence still; 
Set as a flint 7iiy face, 

To show the counsel of thy will. 
Which saves a world by grace. 

fi O let me never blush to own 

The glorious Gospel-word; 
Which saves a world thrr ugh faith alone. 

Faith in a dying Lord 

Charles Wesley. 

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i t/ I The Pbecious Name. 

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear; 
It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, 

And drives away his fear. 

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
And calms the troubled breast; 

'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, 
My shield and hiding-place; 

My never-failing-treasure, filled 
With boundless stores of grace: 

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, 
My Prophet, Priest, and King, 

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

5 Weak is the effort of my heart. 
And cold my warmest thought; 

But when I see thee as thou art, 
I'll praise thee as I ought. 

6 I would thy boundless love proclaim 
With every fleeting breath; 

So shall the music of thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 

J. Newton. 

Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, 

Take life or friends away. 
But let me find them all again 

In that eternal day. 

Char'es Wesley. 




The Peospeot Joyous. 

C. M. 

AND let this feeble body fail, 

And let it faint or die; 
My soul shall quit the mournful vale. 

And soar to worlds on high: 
Shall join the disembodied saints. 

And find its long-sought rest. 
That only bliss for which it pants. 

In the Redeemer's breast. 

2 In hope of that immortal crown 
I now the cross sustain, 

And gladly wander up and down. 
And smile at toil and pain: 

I suffer on my threescore years. 
Till my Deliverer come. 

And wipe away his servant's tears, 
And take his exile home. 

3 O what hath Jesus bought for me ! 
Before my ravished eyes 

Rivers of life divine I see, 

And trees of Paradise: 
I see a world of spirits bright. 

Who taste the pleasures there; 
They all are robed in spotless white, 

And conquering palms they bear. 

4 O what are all my sufferings here, 
If, Lord, thou count me meet 

With that enraptured host to'appear, 
And woi-ship at thy feet! 

The Voice of Jesus. 

I HEARD the voice of Jesus say. 

Come unto me and rest; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 

Thy head upon my breast!" 
I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary, and worn, and sad; 

1 found in him a resting place, 
And he hath made me glad. 

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
Behold, I freely give 

The living water, thirsty one. 
Stoop down, and drink, and live!" 

I came to Jesus, and I drank 
Of that life-giving stream ; 

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 
And now I live in him. 

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
"I am this dark world's Light; 

Look unto me, thy morn shall rise 

And all thy day be bright!" 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In him my Star, my Sun; 
And in that light of life I'll walk, 

Till all my journey's done. 

Horatius Bonar. 


Communion with Saints. 

C. M. 

COME, let us join our friends above. 
That have obtained the prize; 

And on the eagle wings of love 
To joys celestial rise. 

2 Let all the saints terrestial sing, 
With those to glory gone: 

For all the servants of our King, 
In earth and heaven, are one^ 

3 One family we dwell in him. 
One church above, beneath. 

Though now divided by the stream, 
The narrow stream, of death. 

4 One army of the living God, 
To his command we bow; 

Part of his host have crossed the flood, 
And part are crossing now. 

5 Ten thousand to their endless home 
This solemn moment fly; 

And we are to the margin come, 
And we expect to die. 

6 His militant embodied host. 
With wistful looks we stand, 

And long to see that happy coast. 
And reach the heavenly land. 

Charles Wesley. 


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The Heavenly Canaan. 

THERE is a land of pure delight, 
Where saints immortal reign: 

Infinite day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides. 
And never- withering' flowers: 

Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
Stand dressed in living green: 

So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
While Jordan rolled between. 

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink 
To cross this narrow sea; 

And linger, shivering on the brink. 
And fear to launch away. 

5 O could we make our doubts remove. 
Those gloomy thoughts that rise, 

And see the Canaan that we love. 
With un beclouded eyes! 

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood. 
And view the landscape o'er, 

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold 
Should fright us from the shore. 

Isaac Watts. 





HOW oft have I the Spirit grieved, 

Since first with me he strove; 
How obstinately disbelieved, 

And trampled on his love! 
How have I sinned against the light; 

Broken from his embrace; 
And would not, when I freely might. 

Be justified by grace. 

But after all that I have done 

To drive him from my heart. 
The Spirit leaves me not alone; 

He doth not yet depart; 
He will not give the sinner o'er 

Ready e'en now to save; 
He bids me come as heretofore. 

That I his grace may have. 

3 I take thee at thy gracious word; 

My foolishness I mourn; 
And unto my redeeming Lord, 

However late, I turn: 
Saviour, I yield, I yield at last 

I hear thy speaking blood; 
Myself, with all my sins, I cast 

On my atoning God. 

Charles Wesley. 

The Promised Land. 


ON JORDAN'S stormy banks I stand 

And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land. 

Where my possessions lie. 

2 O the transporting, rapturous scene. 
That rises to my sight! 

Sweet fields arrayed in living green. 
And rivers of delight. 

3 There generous fruits that never fail. 
On trees immortal grow; 

There rock, and hill, and brook, and vale 

With milk and honey flow. 
i O'er all those wide-extended plains 

Shines one eternal day; 
There God the Son forever reigns, 

And scatters night away. 
5 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath 

Can reach that healthful shore; 
Sickness and sorrow, i)ain and dcatli, 

Arc felt and feared no more. 
When shall I reach that happy place. 

And be forever blest? 
When shall I see my Father's face. 

And in his bosom rest? 
7 Filled with delight, my raptured sou" 

Would here no longer stay: 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll. 

Fearless I'd launch away. 

S. atennott. 

The Eetubning Peodigal. 



THE long-lost son, with streaming eyes, 

From folly just awake. 
Reviews his wanderings with surprise: 

His heart begins to break. 

"I'll die no more for bread," he cries, 
"Nor starve in foreign lands; 

My Father's house hath large supplies, 
And bounteous are his hands." 

2 "I starve," he cries, "nor can I bear 
The famine in this land, 

While servants of my Father share 
The bounty of his hand. 

3 "With deep repentance I'll return, 
And seek my Father's face; 

Unworthy to ho called a son, 
I'll ask a servant's place." 

i Far oif the Father saw him move. 

In pensive silence mourn. 
And quickly ran, with arms of love. 

To welcome his return. 

5 Through all the courts the tidings flew, 

And spread the joy around; 
The angels tuned their harps anew, 

The long lost son is found! 



Exliortation. C. M. 

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^DO Foe A Perfect Heaet. 

O FOR a heart to praise my God, 

A heart from sin set free; 
A heart that always feels thy blood, 

So freely spilt for me: 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
My great Redeemer's throne; 

Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 O for a lowly, contrite heart. 
Believing, true, and clean; 

Which neither life nor death can part 
From him that dwells within: 

4 A heart in every thought renewed, 
And full of love divine; 

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
A copy. Lord, of thine. 

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; 
Come quickly from above; 

Write thy new name upon my heart. 
Thy new, best name of love. 

Charles Wesley. 

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\f I \j The Raptuke of Love. 

'TIS delight without alloy, 
Jesus, to hear thy name: 

My spirit leaps with inward ]oy; 
I feel the sacred flame. 

2 My passions hold a pleasing reign, 
When love inspires my breast; 

Love, the divinest of the train, 
The sovereign of the rest. 

3 This is the grace must live and sing. 
When faith and hope shall cease. 

And sound from every joyful string 
Through all the realms of bliss. 

4 Swift I ascend the heavenly place. 
And hasten to my home; 

1 leap to meet thy kind embrace; 
I come, O Lord, I come. 

5 Sink down ye separating hills; 
Let sin and death remove; 

'Tis love that drives my chariot wheels. 
And death must yield to love. 

Isaac Watt?, 

Lingham. C. M. 


Newly arrauged from Old Melody. 

1. When I can re ad my ti - tie clear, To mansious iu the 

skies, To man - sions in the skies; I'll bid fa re- w ell to 

'ry fear. 

And wipe my weeping eyes, And 

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HeavenxiY Rest in Anticipation. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage, 

And fiery darts be hurled. 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage. 

And face a frowning world. 

8 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 

Let storms of sorrow fall, 
So I but safely reach my home. 

My God, my heaven, my all. 

4 There I shall bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest. 
And not a wave of trouble roll 

Across my peaceful breast. 

Isaac Watts. 

7 0Q C. M 

i UfJ The GoonLY City in Peospeot. 

JERUSALEM! my happy home! 
JSfame ever dear to me! 

When shall my labors have an end. 
In joy, and peace in thee? 

2 O when, thou city of my God, 
Shall I thy courts ascend. 

Where congregations ne'er break up 
And Sabbath has no end? 

3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe; 
Or feel, at death, dismay? 

I've Canaan's goodly land in view. 
And realms of endless day. 

4 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there. 
Around my Saviour stand: 

And soon my friends in Christ below 
Will join the glorious band. 

5 .Jerusalem! my happy home! 
My soul still pants for thee: 

Then shall my labors have an end, 
When I thy joys shall see. 


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Efficacy of the Atoning Blood. 

THERE is a fountain filled with blood, 
Drawn from Immanuel's veins; 

And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
That fountain in his day; 

And there have I, though vile as he, 
Washed all my sins away. 

3 Thou dying Lamb! thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransomed Church of God 

Are saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
Thy flowing wounds supply. 

Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be. till I die. 

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 

I'll sing thy power to save, 
When this i)oor lisping, stammering 
Lies silent in the grave. 

W. Cowper. 


Godly Sorrow at the Cross. 

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? 

And did my Sovereign die? 
Would he devote that sacred head 

For such a worm as I? 

2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 
He groaned upon the tree? 

Amazing pity! grace unknown! 
And love beyond degree! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 

And shut his glories in. 
When Christ, the mighty Maker died, 

For man, the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
AVhile his dear cross appears; 

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness. 
And melt mine eyes to tears. 

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 

The debt of love I owe: 
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 

'Tis all that I can do. 

Isaar Watts. 

Roberts. C- M. D. 


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1. How happy ev - 'ry child of grace. Who knows his sins for-<;i veil : \ 
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The Full Assurance of Hope. 

HOW happy every child of grace, 

Who knows his sins forgiven! 
This earth, he cries, is not my place; 

i seek my place in heaven: 
A country far from mortal sight, 

Yet, O, by faith I see; 
Tlie land of rest, the saint's delight. 

The heaven prepared for me. 

2 O what a blessed hope is ours! 
While here on earth we stay. 

We more than taste the heavenly powers 

And ante-date that day: 
We feel the resurrection near, 

Our life in Christ concealed, 
And with his glorious presence here 

Our earthen vessels filled. 

3 O would he more of heaven bestow! 
And let the vessels break; 

And let our ransomed spirits go. 

To grasp the God we seek; 
In rapturous awe on him we gaze. 

Who bought the sight for me, 
And shout and wonder at his grace 

To all eternity. 

Char'es Wesley. 


C. M. 


MY GOD, my portion, and my love, 

My everlasting All, 
I've none but thee in heaven above, 

Or on this earthly ball. 

2 What empty things are all the skies, 
And this inferior clod! 

There's nothing here deserves my joys, 
There's nothing like my God. 

3 To thee I owe my wealth, and friends, 
And health, and safe abode: 

Thanks to thy name for meaner things; 
But they are not my God. 

4 How vain a toy is glittering wealth. 
If once compared to thee; 

Or what's my safety, or my health. 
Or all my friends to me? 

5 Were I possessor of the earth, 
And called the stars my own, 

Without thy graces and thyself, 
I were a wretch undone. 

6 Let others stretch their arms like seas 
And grasp in all the shore; 

Grant me the visits of thy grace, 
And I desire no more. 

pase K3 Isaac Watts. 

t ^O Endless Bliss in Prospect. 
A STRANGER in the world Ijelow, 

I ca'iinly sojourn here; 
Nor can its happiness or woe 

I'rovoke my hope or fear: 
Its evils in a moment end; 

Its joys as soon are past: 
But O, the bliss to which I tend 

Eternally shall last. 

2 To that .Jerusalem aliove, 

With singing I repair; 
While in the flesh, my hope and love. 

My heart and soul, are there. 
There my exalted Saviour stands. 

My merciful High Priest: 
And' still extends his wounded hands, 

To take me to his breast. 

Charles Wesley 


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To God, the Father, Son, 
And Spirit, One in Three, 

Be glory, as it was, is now, 
And shall forever he. 

John Wesley, 1739. 

e S.M. 

t) Exhortation to Praise. 

ARISE, aud bless the Lord, 

Ye people of his choice; 
Arise, and bless the Lord your God, 

With heart, and soul, and voice. 

2 Though high above all praise, 
Above all blessing high, 

Who would not fear his holy name, 
And laud, and magnify? 

3 for the living flame. 
From his own altar brought, 

To touch our lips, our souls inspire, 
And wing to heaven our thought. 

4 God is our strength and song. 
And his salvation ours; 

Then be his love in Christ proclaimed. 
With all our ransomed powers. 

5 Arise, and bless the Lord; 
The Lord your God adore; 

Arise, and bless his glorious Name, 
Henceforth, forevermore. 

James Montgomery. 
1 Q S.M. 

1 O The Saceifice of Praise. 

WITH joy we lift our eyes 
To those bright realms above. 

That glorious temple in the skies, 
Where dwells eternal Love. 

2 Before thy throne we bow, 
O thou almighty King; 

Hero we present the solemn vow 
And hymns of praise we sing. 

3 While in thy house we kneel. 
With trust and holy fear. 

Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, 
And lend a gracious ear. 

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, 
And tune our lips to sing; 

Nor from thy presence cast away 

The sacrifice we bring. 

Thomas Jervis. 
^ ^ 4 S M. 

_L 1 -t Intercourse between Earth and 

REDEEMER of mankind! 

Who on thy name rely, 
A constant intercourse we find 

Opened 'twixt earth and sky. 

2 Mercy, and grace, and peace, 
Descend through thee alone; 

And thou dost all our services 
Present before the throne. 

3 On us the Father's love 
Is for thy sake bestowed; 

Thou art our Advocate above. 
Thou art our way to God. 

4 Our way to God we trace; 

And, through thy name forgiven. 
Prom step to step, from grace to grace. 
By thee ascend to heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 


i\ O S. M. 

U O The Song of Moses and the Lamb. 
AWAKE, and sing the song 

Of Moses and the Lamb; 
Wake, every heart and every tongue, 

To praise the Saviour's name. 

Sing of his dying love; 

Sing of his rising power; 
Sing how he intercedes aVjove 

For those whose sins he bore. 
3 Ye pilgrims, on the road 

To Zion's city, sing; 
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God, 

In Christ, the eternal King, 
i Soon shall we hear him say. 

Ye blessed -fjhildren, come"; 
Soon will he call us hence away, 

To our etei'nal home. 
5 There shall each raptured tongue 

His endless praise proclaim; 
And sweeter voices tune the song 

Of Moses and the Lamb. 

William Hammond, 

1 ')ii s. M. 

i ^ U Imploring His Guidance. 
COME, Spirit, Source of light; 

Thy grace is unconfined; 
Dispel the gloomy shades of night, 

The darkness of the mind. 

2 Now to our eyes display 

The truth thy words reveal; 
Cause us to run the heavenly way. 
Delighting in thy will. 

3 Thy teachings make us know 

The mysteries of thy love. 
The vanity of things below. 
The joy of things above. 

4 W^hile through this maze we stray, 
O spread thy beams abroad; 

Point out the dangers of the way. 
And guide our steps to God. 

B. Beddome. 

ICifi S. M. 

t tf \} The Safety.of a Nation. 
GREAT is the Lord our God, 
And let his praise be great; 
He makes his churches his abode, 
His most delightful seat. 

2 These temples of his grace, 
How beautiful they stand: 

The honoi'S of our native place, 
And bulwarks of our land. 

3 In Zion God is known, 
A refuge in distress; 

How bright has his salvation shone 
Through all her palaces! 

4 In every new distress 
We'll to his house repair; 

We'll think upon his wondrous grace, 
And seek deliverance there. 

Isaac Watts, 

86 State Street. S. M. 

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U ^ Claiming the Promise. 

JESUS, we look to thee, 

Thy promised presence claim; 
Thou in the midst of us shalt be, 

Assembled in thy name. 

2 Thy name salvation is, 
Which here we come to prove; 

Thy name is life, and health, and peace, 
And everlasting love. 

3 Not in the name of pride 
Or selfishness we meet; 

From nature's paths we turn aside, 
And worldly thoughts forget. 

4 We meet the grace to take. 
Which thou hast freely given; 

We meet on earth for thy dear sake. 
That we may meet in heaven. 

5 Present we know thou art, 
But O, thyself reveal! 

Now, Lord, let every bounding heart 
The mighty comfort feel. 

6 O may thy quickening voice 
The death of sin remove; 

And bid our inmost souls rejoice. 
In hope of perfect love. 

Charles Wesley . 



Christ our Sacrifice. 
NOT all the blood of beasts. 

On Jewish altars slain, 
Could give the guilty conscience peace, 

Or wash away our stain. 

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
Takes all our sins away; 

A Sacrifice of nobler name, 
And richer blood than they. 

3 Believing, we rejoice* 
To feel the curse remove; 

We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice. 
And trust his bleeding love. 

Isaac Watts. 

S. M. 
Odr Fathers; Where Are They? 


HOW swift the torrent rolls 

That bears us to the sea; 
The tide that hurries thoughtless souls 

To vast eternity. 

2 Our fathers, where are they. 
With all they called their own? 

Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares 
And wealth and honor, gone. 

3 God of our fathers, hear, 
Thou everlasting Friend! 

While we, as on life's utmost verge, 
Our souls to thee commend. 

4 Of all the pious dead 

May we the footsteps trace. 
Till with them, in the land of light, 
We dwell before thy face. 

P. Doddridge. 


The Water and the Blood. 


S. M. 

THIS, this is he that came. 

By water and by blood; 
Jesus is our atoning Lamb, 

Our sanctifying God. 

2 See from his wounded side 
The mingled current flow; 

The water and the blood applied 
Shall wash us white as snow. 

3 The water cannot cleanse, 
Before the blood we feel, 

To purge the guilt of all our sin. 
And our forgiveness seal. 

4 But both in Jesus join, 

Who speaks our sins forgiven, 
And gives the purity divine 
That makes us meet for heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 

-±l ♦ * O The Throne of Grace. 
BEHOLD the throne of grace; 

The promise calls us near; 
There Jesus shows a smiling face. 

And waits to answer prayer. 

2 My soul, ask what thou wilt, 
Thou canst not be too bold: 

Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
What else can he withhold? 

3 Thine image. Lord, bestow. 
Thy presence and thy love, 

That we may serve thee here below, 
And reign with thee above. 

4 Teach us to live by faith; 
Conform our will to thine; 

Let us victorious be in death. 
And then in glory shine. 

5 If thou these blessings give, 
And. thou our portion be. 

All worldly joys we'll gladly leave. 
To find our heaven in thee. 

John Newton. 

S. M. 

Groaning foe Deliverance. 


WHEN shall thy love constrain, 
And force me to thy breast? 

When shall my soul return again 
To her eternal rest? 

2 Ah! what avails my strife, 
My wandering to and fro? 

Thou hast the words of endless life: 
Ah! whither should I go? 

3 Thy condescending grace 
To me did freely move; 

It calls me still to seek thy face, 
And stooi)s to ask my love. 

4 Lord, at thy feet I fall; 
I groan to be set free; 

I fain would now obey the call, 
And give up all for thee. 

Charles Wesley. 


Dennis. S. M. 

Slow and soft. 

Hans G. Nageli, 1773. 


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Sweet Communion. 

S. M. 

BLEST are the sons of peace, 
Whose hearts and h^pes are one; 

Whose kind designs '.o serve and please 
Through all their actions run. 

2 Blest is the pious house 
Where zeal and friendship meet: 

Their songs of praise, their mingled vows. 
Make their communion sweet. 

3 Thus on the heavenly hills 
The saints are blest above, 

Where joy like morning dew distills. 
And all the air is love. 

• Isaac Watts. 

i)A -J S. M. 

^ TT J. Sympathy and Mutual Love. 
BLEST be the tie that binds 

Our hearts in Christian love; 
The fellowship of kindred minds 

Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne, 
We pour our ardent prayers; 

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes; 
Our mutual burdens bear; 

And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part, 
It gives us inward pain; 

But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 
Our courage by the way; 

While each in expectation lives. 
And longs to see the day. 

6 From sorrow, toil and pain. 
And sin we shall be free; 

And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity. 

J. Fawcett. 

Z i yf MoHNiNG- Tribute of Praise. 
SEE how the morning sun 

Pursues his shining way; 
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise. 

With every brightening ray. 

2 Thus would my rising soul 
Its heavenly Parent sing, 

And to its great Original 
The humble tribute bring. 

3 Serene I laid me down, 
Beneath his guardian care; 

I slept, and I awoke, and found 

My kind Preserver near. 
i My life I would anew 

Devote, O Lord, to thee; 
And in thy service I would spend 

A long eternity. 

E. Scott. 



S. M. 
MORNING' The Day-star from on 

WE LIFT our hearts to thee, 
Day-star from on high! 
The sun itself is but thy shade, 
Yet cheers both earth and sky. 

2 let thy rising beams 
The night of sin disperse. 

The mists of error and of vice, 
Which shade the universe. 

3 How beauteous nature now! 
How dark and sad before! 

With joy we view the pleasing change, 
And nature's God adore. 

4 O may no gloomy crime 
Pollute the rising day; 

Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew, 
Wash all the stains away. 

5 May we this life improve, 
To mourn for errors past. 

And live this short, revolving day - 
As if it were our last. 

J. Wesley. 

-I t^ A S. M. 

i O'T Dead in Trespasses and Sins. 
HOW helpless nature lies, 

Unconscious of her load! 
The heart unchanged can never rise 

To happiness and God. 

2 Can aught but power divine 
The stubborn will subdue? 

'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine 
To form the heart anew: 

3 The passions to recall. 
And upward bid them rise; 

To make the scales of error fall 
From reason's darkened eyes. 

4 O change these hearts of ours, 
And give them life divine; 

Then shall our passions and our powers. 
Almighty Lord, be thine. 

A. Steele. 

■i r'K, S M. 

100 Hardness of Hearv Lamented. 
O THAT I could repent! 

O that I could tjelieve! 
Thou, by thy voice, the marble rend, 

The rock in sunder cleave: 
Thou, by thy two-edged sword. 

My soul and spirit part; 
Strike, with the hammer of thy word, 

And break my stubborn heart. 
2 Saviour, and Prince of peace. 

The double grace bestow; 
Unloose the bands of wickedness. 

And let the captive go: 
Grant me my sins to feel. 

And then the load remove: 
Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal, 

The balm of pardoning love. 

Charles Wesley. 


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04d The Heart OF Stone. 
O THAT I could repent, 

With all my idols part, 
And to thy gracious eye present 

An humble, contrite heart; 

2 A heart with grief oppressed, 
For having grieved my God; 

A troubled heart, that cannot rest 
Till sprinkled with thy blood. 

3 Jesus, on me bestow 
The penitent desire; 

With true sincerity of woe 
My aching breast inspire. 

4 With softening pity look. 
And melt my hardness down: 

Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, 
And break this heart of stone. 

Charles Wesley. 

mS. M. 
Their Universal, Diffusion. 
JESUS, the word bestow, 

The true immortal seed; 
Thy Gospel then shall greatly grow, 

And all our land o'erspread; 
Through earth extended wide 

Shall mightily prevail. 
Destroy the works of self and pride. 

And shake the gates of hell. 
2 Its energy exert 

In the believing soul; 
Diffuse thy grace through every part, 

And sanctify the whole; 
Its utmost virtue show 

In pure consummate love. 
And fill with all thy life below. 

And give us thrones above. 

Charles Wesley. 

fiiXA s. M. 

U Ot Reliance upon the Promises. 
AWAY my needless fears. 

And doubts no longer mine; 
A ray of heavenly light appears, 

A messenger divine. 

2 Thrice comfortable hope. 
That calms my troubled breast; 

My Father's hand prepares the cup, 
And Tvhat he wills is best. 

3 If what I wish is good. 
And suits the will divine, 

By earth and hell in vain withstood, 
I know it shall be mine. 

3 Still let them counsel take 
To frustrate his decree; 

They cannot keep a blessing back, 
By heaven designed for me. 

4 Here then I doubt no more, 
But in his pleasure rest; 

Whose wisdom, love,and truth, and power. 
Engage to make me blest. 

Charles Wesley. 


t)1 Q 8. M. 

^ LO God's Gracious Promises. 
OUH children thou dost claim, 

O Lord our God, as thine: 
Ten thousand blessings to thy name. 

For goodness so divine. 

2 Thee let the fathers own, 
Thee let the sous adore; 

Joined to the Lord in solemn vows, 
To be forgot no more. 

3 How great thy mercies. Lord! 
How plenteous is thy grace. 

Which, in the promise of thy love. 
Includes our rising race. 

4 Our offspring, still thy care. 
Shall own their father's God; 

To latest times thy blessings share. 
And sound thy praise abroad. 

B. Williams. 

990 S. M. 

^ iL O Obeying the Command. 
JESUS, we thus obey 

Thy last and kindest word; 
Here, in thine own appointed way. 

We come to meet our Lord. 

2 The way thou hast enjoined. 
Thou wilt therein appear; 

We come with confidence to find 
Thy special presence here. 

3 Whate'er the Almighty can 
To pardoned sinners give. 

The fullness of our God-made man. 
We here with Christ receive. 

Charles Wesley. 

i)(\K S. M. 

tL.fJO The Joyful Sound. 

HOW beauteous are their feet 

Who stand on Zion's hill. 
Who bring salvation on their tongues, 

And words of peace reveal! 

2 How charming is their voice. 
So sweet the tidings are: 

Zion, behold thy Saviour King; 
He reigns and triumphs here. 

3 How happy are our ears, 
That hear the joyful sound. 

Which kings and prophets waited for, 
And sought, but never found. 

4 How blessed are our eyes, 
That see this heavenly light; 

Prophets and kings desired it long. 
But died without the sight. 

5 The watchmen join their voice. 
And tuneful notes employ; 

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
And deserts learn the joy. 
The Lord makes bare his arm 
Through all the earth abroad: 
Let every nation now behold 
Their Saviour and their God. 

Isaac Watts, 


Shawmut. S. M. 

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Badea. S. M. 

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Stillingfleet. S. M. 

Swiss Air. 

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Yielding All. 

A^D can I yet delay 

My little all to give? 
To tear my soul from earth away 

For Jesus to receive? 

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield; 
I can hold out no more: 

1 sink, by dying love compelled, 
And own thee conqueror, 

3 Though late, I all forsake; 
My friends, my all, resign: 

Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, 
And seal me ever thine. 

4 Come, and possess me whole, 
Nor hence again remove; 

Settle and fix my wavering soul 
With all thy weight of love. 

5 My one desire be this. 
Thy only love to know. 

To seek and taste no other bliss, 
No other good below. 

6 My life, my portion thou; 
Thou all-sufficient art: 

My hope, my heavenly treasure, now 
Enter, and keep my heart. 

Charles Wesley. 

QKK S. M. 

DOu The Redeemer's Tears. 
DID Christ o'er sinners weep. 

And shall our cheeks be dry? 
Let floods of penitential grief 

Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears 
The wondering angels see; 

Be thou astonished, O my soul; 
He shed those tears for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep; 
Each sin demands a tear: 

In heaven alone no sin is found, 
And there's no weeping there. 

B. Beddome. 

S. M. 
! Gdide and Counsellor. 

4l-*l Christ, 

JESUS, my Truth, my Way, 
My sure, unerring Light, 

On thee my feeble steps I stay, 
Which thou wilt guide aright. 

2 My Wisdom and my Guide, 
My Counsellor thou art.; 

O never let me leave thy side, 
• Or from thy paths depart. 

3 I lift mine eyes to thee. 

Thou gracious, bleeding Lamb, 
That 1 may now enlightened be, 
And never put to shame. 

4 Never will I remove 

Out of thy hands my cause; 

But rest in thy redeeming love, 

And hang ypon thy crose, 


5 O make me all like thee, 
Before I hence remove; 

Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me 
And build me up in love. 

6 Let me thy witness live, 
When sin is all destroyed; 

And then my spotless soul receive. 
And take me home to God. 

Charles Wesley. 


8. M. 

The Perfect Law of Love. 
THE thing my God doth hate. 

That I no more may do. 
Thy creature. Lord, again create, 

And all my soul renew. 

2 My soul shall then, like thine, 
Abhor the thing unclean. 

And, sanctified by love divine, 
Forever cease from sin. 

3 That blessed law of thine, 
Jesus, uO me impart; 

The Spirit's law of life divine, 
O write it on my heart! 

4 Implant it deep within. 
Whence it may ne'er remove. 

The law of liberty from sin. 
The perfect law of love, 

5 Thy nature be my law. 
Thy spotless sanctity; 

And sweetly every moment draw 
My happy soul to thee. 

6 Soul of my soul, remain! 
Who didst for all fulfill, 

In me, O Lord, fulfill again 
Thy heavenly Father's will. 

Charles Wesley 

S. M. 


For a Single Eye. 

GOD of almighty love, 
By whose sufficient grace 

1 lift my heart to things above, 
And humbly seek thy face: 

2 Through Jesus Christ, the Just, 
My faint desires receive. 

And let me in thy goodness trust, 
And to thy glory live. 

3 Whate'er I say or do. 
Thy glory be my aim; 

My offerings all be offered through 
The ever-blessed name. 

4 Jesus, my single eye 
Be fixed on thee alone: 

Thy name be praised on earth, on high. 
Thy will by all be done. 

5 Spirit of faith, inspire 
My consecrated heart; 

Fill me with pure, celestial fire. 
With all thou hast, and art. 

Charles Wesley , 


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E. L. M., California, 1^55. 


1 Q/f S.M. 

1 t/^ Our Debt paid upon tee Cross. 
WHAT majesty and grace 

Through all the gospel shine I 
'Tis God that speaks, and we confess 
The doctrine most divine. 

2 Down from his throne on high, 
The mighty Saviour comes; 

Lays his bright robes of glory by. 
And feeble flesh assumes. 

3 The debt that sinners owed, 
Upon the cross he pays: 

Then through the clouds ascends to God, 

'Midst shouts of loftiest praise. 
i There our High Priest appears. 

Before his Father's throne; 
Mingles his merits with our tears. 

And pours salvation down. 
5 Great Sovereign, we adore 

Thy justice and thy grace. 
And on thy faithfulness aud power 

Our firm dependence place. 

S. Stennett. 
1QK S. M. 

LoO Christ, the Only Source of 

GOD'S holy law transgressed. 

Speaks nothing but despair; 
Convinced of guilt, with grief oppressed. 

We find no comfort there. 

2 Not all our groans and tears. 
Nor works which we have done. 

Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, 
Can e'er for sin atone. 

3 Relief alone is found 

In Jesus' precious blood: 
'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, 
And reconciles to God, 

4 This is salvation's source; 
And all our hopes arise 

From him, who, hanging on the cross, 
A spotless victim dies. 

B. Beddome. 



Waiting at the Cross. 
FATHER, I dare believe 

Thee merciful and true: 
Thou wilt my guilty soul forgive. 

My fallen soul renew. 

2 Come then, for Jesus' sake, 
And bid my heart be clean; 

An end of all my troubles make, 
An end of all my sin. 

3 I cannot wash my heart. 
But by believing thee. 

And waiting for thy blood to impart 
The spotless purity. 

4 While at thy cross I lie, 
Jesus, the grace bestow; 

Now thy all-cleansing V)lood apply, 
And I am white as snow. 

Charles Wesley. 


8. M. 

Glorious Liberty. 
O COME, and dwell in me. 

Spirit of power within; 
And bring the glorious liberty 

From sorrow fear and sin! 

2 The seed of sin's disease, 
Spirit of health, remove, 

Spirit of finished holiness, 
Spirit of perfect love. 

3 Hasten the joyful day 
Which shall my sins consume 

When old things shall be done away 
And all things new become. 

4 I want the witness. Lord, 
That all I do is right. 

According to thy will and word, 
Well pleasing in thy sight. 

5 I ask no higher state; 
Indulge me but in this. 

And soon or later then translate 
To my eternal bliss. 

Charles Wesley. 



For Fervent Zeal. 
JESUS, I fain M'ould find 

Thy zeal for God in me; 
Thy yearning pity for mankind, 

Thy burning charity. 
2 In me thy Spirit dwell; 

Through me thy Spirit move; 
So shall the fervor of my zeal 

Be the pure flame of love. 

Charles Wesley. 

i i f\ S. M. 

T~rl/ The Opened Fountain. 
CALLED from above, I rise. 

And wash away my sin; 
The stream to which my spirit flies, 

Can make the foulest clean. 
2 It runs divinely clear, 

A fountain deep and wide: 
'Twas opened by the soldier's spear, 

In my Redeemer's side. 

Charles Wesley. 

i)Q(i S. M. 

iLiOy) Commending the Soul to God. 
GIVE me to trust in thee; 

My Saviour and my God, 
My sun, and shield, and fortress be, 

Be thou my sure abode. 

2 Myself I cannot save; 

Myself I cannot keep; 
But strength in thee I surely have. 

Whose eyelids never sleep. 

8 My soul to thee alone. 

Now therefore I commend: 
Thou, Jesus, love me as thine own. 

And love me to the end. 

Charles Wesley „ 

Kentucky. S. M. 

Aaron Chapin, 1822. 

t *t) t/FoE Diligence and Watchfulness, 
A. CHARGE to keep I have, 

A God to glorify; 
A never-dying soul to save, 

And fit it for the sky. 
To serve the present age. 

My calling to fulfill, 
O may it all my powers engage, 

To do my Master's will. 
2 Arm me with jealous care, 

As in thy sight to live; 
And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare, 

A strict account to give. 
Help me to watch and pray. 

And on thyself rely, 
Assured, if I my trust betray, 

I shall forever die. 

Charles Wesley. 

S. M. 


Laborers Parting. 

AND let our bodies part. 

To ditt'erent climes repair; 
Inseparably joined in heart, 

The friends of Jesus are. 

2 O let us still proceed 
In Jesus' work below; 

And, following our triumphant Head, 
To further conquests go. 

3 The vineyard of the Lord 
Before his laborers lies; 

And lo! we see the vast reward 
Which waits us in the skies. 

4 O let our heart and mind 
Continually ascend, 

That haven of repose to find. 
Where all our labors end; 

5 Where all our toils are o'er. 
Our suffering and our pain: 

Who meet on that eternal shore, 
Shall never ptirt again, 

C- Wesley. 

All Things in Christ. 

THOU very-present aid 

In suffering and distress; 
The mind which still on thee is stayed, 

Is kept in perfect peace. 

2 The soul by faith reclined 
On the Redeemer's breast, 

'Mid raging storms, exults to find 
An everlasting rest. 

3 Sorrow and fear are gone, 
Wiiene'er thy face appears; 

It stills the sighing orphan's moan 
And dries the widow's tears. 

4 It hallows every cross; 
It sweetly comforts me; 

Makes me forget my every loss, 
And find my all in thee. 

5 Jesus, to whom I fly, 
Doth all my wishes fill; 

What though created streams are dry? 
I have the fountain still. 

6 Stripped of each earthly friend, 
I find them all in one: 

And peace and joy which never end. 
And heaven, in Christ, begun. 

Charles Wesley. 

i)A A S. M. 

u^yj One in Christ Jesus. 
LET party names no more 

The Christian world o'erspread; 
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 

Are one in Christ their Head. 

2 Among the saints on earth 
Let mutual love be found; 

Heirs of the same inheritance. 
With mutual blessings crowned. 

3 Thus will the church below 
Resemble that above; 

Where streams of bliss forever flow, 
And every heart is love. 

B, Beddorae. 

Golden Hill. S. M. 


Aaron Chapin, 1823. 


The Spieit of Peayee. 

THE praying spirit breathe! 

The watching power impart; 
From all entanglements beneath, 

Call oif my peaceful heart; 
My feeble mind sustain, 

By worldly thoughts oppressed; 
Appear, and bid me turn again 

To my. eternal rest, 

2 Swift to my rescue come; 

Thine own this moment seize; 
Gather my wandering spirit home, 

And keep in perfect peace: 
Suffered no more to rove 

O'er all the earth abroad. 
Arrest the prisoner of thy love. 

And shut me up in God. 

Charles Wesley. 

U"*^ Chahity, or Love. 

HAD I the gift of tongues, 

Great God, without thy grace, 
My loudest words, my loftiest songs, 

Would be but sounding brass. 

2 Though thou shouldst give me skill 
Each mystery to explain; 

Without a heart to do thy will. 
My knowledge would be vain. 

3 Had I such faith in God, 
As mountains to remove, 

No faith could work effectual good 
That did not work by love. 

4 Grant, then, this one request, 
Whatever be denied, 

That love divine may rule my breast, 
And all my actions guide. 

S. Stennett. 


S. M. 

The Solemn Midnight Cey. 

THOU Judge of quick and dead, 

Before whose bar severe. 
With holy joy or guilty dread. 

We all shall soon appear; 
Our cautioned souls prepare 

For that tremendous day, 
And fill us now with watchful care, 

And stir us up to pray: 

2 To pray, and wait the hour, 

That awful hour unknown, 
When robed in majesty and power. 

Thou shalt from heaven come down. 
The immortal Son of man, 

To judge the human race, 
With all thy Father's dazzling train, 

With all thy glorious grace. 

3 To damp our earthly joys. 

To increase our gracious fears, 
Forever let the archangel's voice 

Be sounding in our ears; 
The solemn midnight cry. 

Ye dead, the Judge is come; 
Arise, and meet him in the sky, 

And meet your instant doom. 

4 O may we all be found 

Obedient to thy word. 
Attentive to the trumpet's sound 

And looking for our Lord. 
O may we thus insure 

A lot among the blest; 
And watch a moment to secure 

An everlasting rest. 


Silver Street. S. M. 



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The Universal Kino. 

COME, sound his praise abroad, 

And hymns of glory sing; 
Jehovah is the sovereign God, 

The universal King. 

2 He formed the deeps unknown; 
He gave the seas their bound; 

The watery worlds are all his own, 
And all the solid ground. 

3 Come, worship at his throne, 
Come, bow before the Lord; 

We are his work and not our own,' 
He formed us by his word. 

4 To-day attend his voice. 
Nor dare provoke his rod; 

Come, like the people of his choice, 
And own your gracious God. 

Isaac Watts. 

KA^ s.M. 


WHEN on the brink of death 
My trembling soul shall stand. 

Waiting to pass that awful flood. 
Great God! at thy command; 

2 When every scene of life 
Stands ready to depart; 

And the last sigh that shakes the frame 
Shall rend this bursting heart. 

3 Thou source of joy supreme. 
Whose arm alone can save. 

Dispel the darkness that surrounds 
The entrance to the grave. 

4 Lay thy supporting hand 
Beneath my sinking head; 

And with a ray of love divine 
Illume my dying bed. 

5 Leaning on Jesus' breast, 
May I resign my breath; 

And in his kind embraces lose 
The bitterness of death. 

W. B. Colly er. 

X O ^Safety in Keeping God's Peecepts, 
HOW perfect is thy word. 

Thy judgments all are just; 
And ever in thy promise. Lord, 
May man securely trust. 

2 I hear thy word in love; 
In faith thy word obey; 

O send thy Spirit from above. 
To teach me. Lord, thy way. 

3 Thy counsels all are plain. 
Thy precepts all are pure; 

As long as heaven and earth remain. 
Thy truth shall still endure. 

4 O may my soul, with joy, 
Trust in thy faithful word; 

Be it through life my glad employ, 
X« keep thy precepts, Lord. 

Isaac Watts. 


All-supiicient Geaoe. 
GRACE 'tis a charming sound, 

Harmonious to the ear; 
Heaven with the echo shall resound, 

And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived a way 
To save rebellious man; 

And all the steps that grace display, 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace taught my roving feet 
To tread the heavenly road; 

And new supplies each hour I meet. 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
Through everlasting days; 

It lays in heaven the topmost stone. 
And well deserves our praise. 

P. Doddridge. 

D U U Heaven upon Eabth. 
MY GOD, my life, my love, 
To thee, to thee I call: 

1 cannot live if thou remove. 
For thou art all in all. 

2 Thy shining grace can cheer 
This dungeon where I dwell: 

'Tis paradise when thou art here; 
If thou depart, 'tis hell. 

3 Not all the bliss above 
Could make a heavenly place. 

If God his residence remove, 
Or but conceal his face. 

4 Nor earth, nor all the sky. 
Can one delight afford. 

Nor yield one drop of real joy. 
Without thy presence. Lord. 

5 Thou art the sea of love. 
Where all my pleasures roll: 

The circle where my passions move. 
And center of my soul. 

Isaac Watts. 

PC X 7 s. M. 

fjfjt The Shield of Faith. 

SOLDIERS of Christ, lay hold 

On faith's victorious shield; 
Armed with that adamant and gold. 

Be sure to win the field: 
If faith surround your heart, 

Satan shall be subdued; 
Repelled his every fiery dart, 

And quenched with Jesus' blood. 

2 Jesus hath died for you; 

What can his love withstand? 
Believe, hold fast your shield, and who 

Shall pluck you from his hand? 
Believe that Jesus reigns; 

All power to him is given: 
Believe, till freed from sin's remains; 

Believe yourselves to heaven. 

Charles Wesley, 

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Glory begun Below. 


COMil, ye that love the Lord, 

And let your joys be known; 
Join in a song with sweet accord, 

While ye surround his throne. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 
Who never knew our God, 

But servants of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

3 The God that rules on high, 
That all the earth surveys, 

That rides upon the stormy sky. 
And calms the roaring seas; 

4 This awful God is ours. 
Our Father and our Love; 

He will send down his heavn'ly powers 
To carry us above. 

5 There we shall see his face. 
And never, never sin; 

There, from the rivers of his grace, 
Drink endless pleasures in: 

6 Yea, and before we rise 
To that immortal state, 

The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
Should constant joys create. 

7 The men of grace have found 
Glory began below: 

Celestial fruit on earthly ground 
From faith and hope may grow. 

8 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or'walk the golden streets. 

9 Then let our songs abound, 
And every tear be dry; 

We're marching thro' Immanuel's 

To fairer worlds on high. 

Isaac Watts. Alt. by J. Wesley. 
KP (* S. M.. 

000 Enemies to Be Met. 
ANGELS our march oppose, 

Who still in strength excel, 
Our secret, sworn, eternal foes, 

Countless, invisible; 
From thrones of glory driven. 

By flaming vengeance hurled, 
They throng the air, and darken heaven 

And rule this lower world. 

2 But shall believers fear? ' 

But shall l)elievers fly? 
Or see the bloody cross appear 

And all their powers defy? 
By all hell's host withstood, 

We all hell's host o'erthrow; 
And, conq'ring them through Jesus' 

We cu to conquer go. 

Cliarlee Wesley. 


The Well-fought Day. 


S.. M, 

PRAY, without ceasing, pray, 

(Your Captain gives the word;) 
His summons cheerfully obey, 

And call upon the Lord: 
To God your every want 

In instant ijrayer display; 
Pray always: pray, and never faint; 

Pray, without ceasing, pray. 

2 In fellowship, — alone. 

To God with faith draw near; 
Approach his courts, besiege his thrtme 

With all the power of prayer: 
His mercy now implore, 

And now show forth his praise; 
In shouts, or silent awe, adore 

His miracles of grace. 

.3 From strength to strength go on; 

Wrestle, and fight, and pray ; 
Tread all the powers of darkness down 

And win the well-fought day: 
Still let the Spirit cry. 

In all his soldiers, "Come," 
Till Christ the Lord descend from high, . 

And take the conquerors home. 

Charles Wesley. 

X 7 i) S- M. 

'J t ^ Jesus Victorious. 

JESUS, the Conqueror, reigns, 

In glorious strength arrayed; 
His kingdom over all maintains, 

And bids the earth be glad: 
Ye sons of men, rejoice 

In Jesus' mighty love; 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice. 

To him who rules above. 

2 Extol his kingly power; 

Kiss the exalted Son, 
Who died, and lives to die no more, 

High on his Father's throne: 
Our Advocate with God, 

He undertakes our cause. 
And spreads through all the earth abroad 

The vict'ry of his cross. 

Charles Wesley,. 

r r A S. M. 

f) O J The Violent Take it by Force. 

O MAY thy powerful v.ord 

Inspire a feeble worm 
To rush into thy kingdom. Lord, 

And take it as by storm. 

2 O may we all improve 

The grace already given, 
To seize the crown of perfect love, 

And scale the mount of heaven. 

Charles Wesley . 


Lebanon. S. M. Double. 

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oV/O No MoEE A Wandebee. 

I WAS a -wandering sheep, 

I did not love the fold, 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 

I would not be controlled. 
I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home, 

1 did not love my Father's voice; 
I loved afar to roam. 

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep. 
The Father sought his child; 

He followed me o'er vale and hill. 
O'er deserts waste and wild: 

He found me nigh to death. 
Famished, and faint, and lone; 

He bound me with the bands of love; 
He saved the wandering one. 

3 Jesus my shepherd is; 
'Twas he that loved my soul, 

'Twas he that washed me in his blood, 
'Twas he that made me whole: 

'Twas he that sought the lost, 
That found the wandering sheep; 

'Twas he that brought me to the fold, 
'Tis he that stiU doth keep. 

4 No more a wandering sheep, 
I love to be controlled; 

I love my tender Shepherd's voice 

I love the peaceful fold: 
No more a wayward child, 

I seek no more to roam; 
I love my heavenly Father's voice, 

I love, I love his home! 

Horatius Bonar. 

S. M. 


All Teaks Wiped Away. 

O WHAT a mighty change 

Shall Jesus' sufferers know, 
While o'er the happy plains they range, 

Incapable of woe! 
No ill-requited love 

Shall there our spirits wound, 
No base ingratitude above. 

No sin in heaven is found. 

2 There all our griefs are pent: 
There all our sorrows end: 

We cannot there the fall lament 

Of a departed friend; 
A brother dead to God, 

By sin, alasl undone: 
No father there, in passion loud, 

Cries, "O my son, my son!" 

3 No slightest touch of pain, 
Nor sorrow's least alloy, _ 

Can violate our rest, or stain 
Our purity of joy: 

In that eternal day 

No clouds or tempests rise; 
There gushing tears are wiped away 

Forever from our eyes. 


Charles Wesley. 
S. M. 

Meeting, after Absence. 

AND are we yet alive. 

And see each other's face? 
Glory and praise to Jesus give, 

For his redeeming grace. 
Preserved by power divine 

To full salvation here, 
Again in Jesus' praise we join. 

And in his sight appear. 

2 What troubles have we seen! 
What conflicts have we passed! _ 

Fightings without, and fears within, 

Since we assembled last! 
But out of all the Lord 

Hath brought us by his love; 
And still he doth his help afford, 

And hides our life above. 

3 Then let us make our boast 
Of his redeeming power. 

Which saves us to the uttermos 

Till we can sin no more: 
Let us take up the cross, 

Till we the crown obtain; 
And gladly reckon all things loss, 

So we may Jesus gain. ^, , ^ , 

Charles Wesley. 

8. M. 

Her Confidenoe and Seoubity. 

WHO in the Lord confide, 

And feel his sprinkled blood. 
In storms and hurricanes abide 

Firm as the mount of God: 
Steadfast, and fixed, and sure, 

His Zion cannot move; 
His faithful people stand secure 

In Jesus' guardian love. 

2 As round Jerusalem 
The hilly bulwarks rise, 

So God protects and covers them 

From all their enemies. 
On every side he stands 

And for his Israel cares; 
And safe in his almighty hands 

Their ouls forever bears. 

3 But let them still abide 
In thee, all-gracious Lord 

Till every soul is sanctified, 

And perfectly restored: 
The men of heart sincere 

Continue to defend; 
And do them good, and save them here, 

And love them to the end. 

Charles Wesley. 


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At Home in Heaven. 

FOREVER with the Lord! 

Amen, so let it be! 
Life from the dead is in that word, 

'Tis immortality, 

2 Here in the body pent, 
Absent from him I roani; 

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
A day's march nearer home. 

3 Forever with the Lord 1 
Father, if 'tis thy will, 

The promise of that faithful word, 
E'en here to me fulfill. 

4 So when my latest breath. 
Shall rend the veil in twain. 

By death I shall escape from death 
And life eternal gain. 

5 Knowing as I am known, 
How shall I love that word. 

And oft repeat before the throne. 
Forever with the Lord. 

J. Montgomery. 

S. M. 


The Witnessing Spirit. 

SPIRIT of faith, come down. 

Reveal the things of God; 
And make to us the Godhead know^, 

And witness with the blood: 
'Tis thine the blood to apply, 

And give us eyes to see, 
That he who did for sinners die, 

Hath surely died for me. 

2 No man can truly say 
That Jesus is the Lord, 

Unless thou take the veil away, 
And breathe the living word: 

Then, only then we feel 
Our interest in his blood. 

And cry, with joy unspeakable, 
Thou art my Lord, my God! 

3 O that the world might know 
The all-atoning Lamb! 

Spirit of faith, descend and show 

The virtue of his name: 
The grace which all may find, 

The saving power impart; 
And testify to all mankind, 

And speak in every heart. 

4 Inspire the living faith. 
Which whosoe'er receives, 

The witness in himself he hath 

And consciously believes; 
The faith that conquers all, 

And doth the moutains move. 
And saves whoe'er on Jesus call, 

And perfects them in love. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Cuowning Hour. 

S. M. 

SERVANT of God, well done! 

Thy glorious warfare's past; 
The battle's fought, the race is won, 

And thou art crowned at last; 

2 Of all thy heart's desirS 
Triumphantly possessed; 

Lodged by the ministerial choii* 
In thy Redeemer's breast. 

3 In condescending love. 

Thy ceaseless jH'ayer he heard; 
And bade thee suddenly remove 
To thy complete reward. 

4 With saints enthroned on high, 
Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, 

And still to God salvation cry. 
Salvation to the Lamb! 

5 O happy, hajJpy soul! 
In ecstasies of praise. 

Long as eternal ages roll. 

Thou seest thy Saviour's face. 

6 Redeemed from earth and pain. 
Ah! when shall we ascend. 

And all in Jesus' presence reign. 
With our translated friend? 

Charles Wesley. 


Li The Indwelling Spieit. 


WE BY his Spirit prove, 

And know the things of God, 
The things which freely of his love 

He hatii on us bestowed. 
His Spirit, which he gave, 

Now dwells in us, we know; 
The witness in ourselves we have. 

And all its fruits we show. 

2 The meek and lowly heart. 
That in our Saviour was, 

To us his Spirit does impart, 

And signs us with his cross. 
Our nature's turned, our mind 

Transformed in all its powers; 
And both the witnesses are joined. 

Thy Spirit, Lord, with ours. 

3 Whate'er our pardoning Lord 
Commands, we gladlj do; 

And guided by his sacred word. 

We all his steps pursue. 
His glory our design, 

We live our God to please; 
And rise with filial fear divine. 

To perfect holiness. 

Charles Wesley. 

106 G-olden Harvest. S. M. Double. 

S.J. Vail, 1871. 







"Wheee God and the Angels Live. 

I LOOK for stormy days, 

I look for hours of care, 
I welcome all they bear me on 

Where God and the Angels are. 

1 wander now no more; 
Not all this world can give 

Can turn my footsteps from that shore, 
Where God and the Angels live. 

2 Only a narrow path. 

In sight a boundless sea. 
Where one by one, my friends are gone, 

And soon will they call me. 
Jesus is all my strength, 

To him my soul I give; 
O meet me there, in that pure air, 

Where God and the Angels live. 

3 Farewell, my comrades all, 
I seek that purer air; 

No power on earth can touch my soul 
Where God and the Angels are. 

Some golden hours I miss — 
All these I freely give,_ 

For many more laid up in store 
Where God and the Angels live. 

4 Only a narrow path. 

In sight a boundless sea. 
Where one by one, my friends are gone, 
And soon will they call for me. 

0, I am well content 

These fleeting liours to give, 
To gain a home, no more to roam. 

Where God and the Angels live. 


To Whom Seodld We Go. 

S. M. 

AH! WHITHER should I go, 

Burdened, and sick, and faint? 
To whom should I my trouble show, 

And pour out my complaint? 
My Saviour bids me come; 

Ah! why do I delay? 
He calls the weary sinner home, 

And yet from him I stay. 

2 What is it keeps me back, 
From which I cannot part. 

Which will not let the Saviour take 

Possession of my heart? 
Searcher of hearts, in mine 

Thy trying power display, 
Into its darkest corners shine, 

And take the vail away. 

3 I now believe in thee 
Compasston reigns alone; 

According to my faith, to me 

O let it. Lord, be done! 
In me is all the bar, 

Which thou wouldst fain remove: 
Remove it, and I shall declare 

That God is only love. 

Charles Wesley. 

Conflict. S, M. Double. 


S. J. Vail, 1872. 

KKii s. M. 

tleiU The Whole Armoe of God. 

SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, 

And put your armor on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 

Through his eternal Son; 
Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 

And in his mighty power, 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 

Is more than conqueror. 

2 Stand then in his great might, 
With all his strength endued; 

But take, to arm you for the fight, 

The panoply of God: 
That having all things done. 

And all your conflicts past, 
Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone, 

And stand entire at last. 

3 Leave no unguarded place, 
No weakness of the soul ; 

Take every virtue, every grace, 

And fortify the whole: 
Indissolubly joined. 

To battle all proceed; 
But arm yourselves with all the mind 

That was in Christ your Head. 

Charles Wesley. 

S. M. 


Courage Ensdees Victory. 

URGE on your rapid course. 

Ye blood-besprinkled bands; 
The heavenly kingdom suffers force; 

'Tis seized by violent hands: 
See there the starry crown 

That glitters through the skies; 
Satan, the world, and sin tread down 

And take the glorious prize. 

2 Through much distress and pain, 
Through many a conflict here. 

Through blood, ye must the entrance gain- 
Yet, O disdam to fear: 

"Courage," your Captain cries. 

(Who all your toil foreknew,) 
'Toil ye shall have, yet all despise; 

I have o'ercome for you." 

> The world cannot withstand 

Its ancient Conqueror; 
The world must sink beneath the Hand 

Which arms us for the war: 
This is the victory, 

Before our faith they fall; 
Jesus hath died for you and me; 

Believe and conquer all. 

Charles Wesley. 

r;/]«7 S. M. 

OU I The Standard of the Cross. 

HARK, how the watchmen cry ! 

Attend the trumpet's sound; 
Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh, 

The powers of hell surround. 
Who bow to Christ's command. 

Your arms and hearts prepare; 
The day of battle is at hand. 

Go forth to glorious war. 

2 See on the mountain top 
The standard of your God; 

In Jesus' name 'tis lifted up, 
All stained with hallowed blood. 

His standard-bearers, now 
To all the nations call: 

To .Jesus' cross, ye nations, bow; 
He bore the cross for all. 

3 Go up with Christ your head; 
Your Captain's footsteps see; 

Follow your Captain, and be led 

To certain victory. 
All power to him is given; 

He ever reigns the same: 
Salvation, happiness, and heaven. 

Are all in Jesus' name. 

Charles Wesley. 


Boylston. S. M. 

Cf. L. MAS6N, lf?32. 

The Hoeeors of the Second 
O WHERE shall rest be found, 

Rest for the weai-y soul? 
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, 
Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never give 
The bliss for which we sigh; 

'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 
There is a life above, 

Unmeasured by the Hight of years; 
And all that life is love. 

4 There is a death, whose pang 
Outlasts the Heating breath: 

O what eternal horrors hang 
Around the second death! 

5 Thou God of truth and grace! 
Teach us that death to shun; 

Lest we be banished from thy face, 
Forevermore undone. 

James Montgomery. 

u*) i Sow BESIDE All, Watees. 
Sow in the morn thy seed; 

At eve hold not thy hand; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed. 

Broad-cast it o'er the land. 

2 Thou knowst not which shall thrive, 
The late or early sown; 

Grace keeps the precious germ alive, 
When and wherever strown. 

3 And duly shall appear. 

In verdure, beauty, strength. 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear 
And the full corn at length. 

4 Thou canst not toil in vain: 
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry. 

Shall foster and mature the grain 
For garners in the sky. 

5 Then, when the glorious end. 
The day of God, shall come, 

The angel reapers shall descend, 
And heaven shout, "Harvest home!" 
J. Montgomery. 


S. M. 
The Evils of Intemperance. 

MOURN for the thousands slain, 
The youthful and the strong; 

Mourn for the wine-cup's fearful reign, 
And the deluded throng. 

2 Mourn for the tarnished gem — 
For reason's light divine. 

Quenched from the soul's bright diadem, 
W'here God had bid it shine. 

3 Mourn for the ruined soul — 
Eternal life and light 

Lost by the fiery maddening bowl, 
And tuvned to hopeless night. 

4 Mourn for the lost, — but call, 
Call to the strong, the free; 

Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall, 
And to the refuge flee. 

5 Mourn for the lost, — but pray, 
Pray to our God above. 

To break the fell destroyer's sway. 
And show his saving love. 


•S. M. 


The Day of Pentecost. 

LORD God, the Holy Ghosf! 

In this accepted hour. 
As on the day of Pentecost, 

Descend in all thy power. 

2 We meet with one accord 

In our appointed place, 
And wait the promise of our Lore';, 

The Spirit of all grace. 

Dover. S. M 

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3 Like mighty rushing wind 
Upon the waves beneath, 

Move with one impulse every mind; 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 

4 The young, the old, inspire 
With wisdom from above; 

And give us hearts and tongues of fire, 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

5 Spirit of light, explore, 
And chase our gloom away, 

With lustre shining more and more, 
Jnto the perfect day. 

ti Spirit of truth, be thou 
In life and death, our guide; 

O Spirit of adoption, now 
May we be sanctified. 

J. Montgomery. 


Evening Meditation. 

THE day is past and gone, 

The evening shades appear; 
O may we all remember well 

The night of death draws near. 

2 We lay our garments by, 
Upon our beds to rest; 

So death will soon disrobe us all 
Of what we've here possessed. 

3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
Secure from all our fears: 

May angels guard us while we sleep. 
Till morning light appears. 

4 And when we early rise. 
And view the unwearied sun. 

May we set out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

5 And when our days are past, 
And we from time remove, 

may we in thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of thy love. 

John Ijpland. 


Fob Perfect Submission. 

S. M. 

I WANT a heart to pray. 

To pray, and never cease: 
Never to murmur at thy stay, 

Or wish my sufferings less. 
This blessing, above all, 

Always to pray, I want. 
Out of the deep on thee to call, 

And never, never faint. 

2 I want a true regard, 
A single, steady aim. 

Unmoved by threatening or reward, 
To thee and thy great name; 

A jealous, just concern, 

For thine immortal praise; 

A pure desire that all may learn 
And glorify thy grace. 

3 I rest upon thy word. 
The promise is for me; 

My succor and salvation. Lord, 
Shall surely come from thee: 

But let me still abide. 
Nor from my hope remove. 

Till thou my patient spirit guide 
Into thy perfect love. 

Charles Weslfsy, 


PuEiTY OF Heart. 

S. M.. 

BLEST are the pure in heart, 

For they shall see our God; 
The secret of the Lord is theirs; 

Their soul is his abode. 

2 Still to the lowly soul 

He doth himself impart, 
And for his temple and his throne, 

Selects the pure in heart. 

John Koble, 


Laban. S. M. 

KK^ S. M. 

UtIUTHE Mind that was in Cheist. 
EQUIP me for the war, 

And teach my hands to fight; 
My simple, upright heart prepare, 
And guide my words aright. 

2 Control my every thought; 
My whole of sin remove: 

Let all my works in thee be wrought; 
Let all be wrought in love. 

3 O arm me with the mind, 
Meek Lamb, that was in thee: 

And let my knowing zeal be joined 
With perfect charity. 

4 With calm and tempered zeal 
Let me enforce thy call; 

And vindicate thy gracious will, 
Which offers life to all. 

5 O may I love like thee, 

In all thy footsteps tread; 
Thou hatest all iniquity. 
But nothing thou hast made. 

6 O may I learn the art, 
With meekness to reprove; 

To hate the sin with all my heart. 
But still the sinner love. 

Charles Wesley. 

t Al S. M. 

J. T I To-day the Accepted Time. 
!NOW is the accepted time. 

Now is the day of grace; 
Now, sinners, come without delay, 

And seek the Saviour's face. 

2 Now is the accepted time. 
The Saviour calls to-day: 

To-morrow it may be too late. 
Then why should you delay? 

3 Now is the accepted time. 
The Gospel bids you come; 

And every promise in his word 
PeQlares there yet is room. 

jr. DoWl, 


MY SOUL, be on thy guard; 

Ten thousand foes arise; 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard 

To draw thee from the skies. 

2 O watch, and fight, and pray; 
The battle ne'er give o'er; 

Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
Nor lay thine armor down; 

The work of faith will not be done. 
Till thou obtain the crown. 

4 Then persevere till death 
Shall bring thee to thy God; 

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
To his divine abode. 

G. Heath. 

XAQ s. M. 

e) U f/ ViCTOET IS ON the Lord's Side. 

ARISE, ye saints, arise! 

The Lord our leader is; 
The foe before his banner flies. 

And victory is his. 

2 We follow thee, our Guide, 
Our Saviour, and our King; 

We follow thee through grace supplied 
From heaven's eternal spring. 

3 We soon shall see the day 
When all our toils shall cease; 

When we shall cast our arms away 
And dwell in endless peace. 

4 This hope supports us here; 
It makes our burdens light: 

'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer 
Till faith shall end in sight: 

5 Till, of the prize possessed. 
We hear of war no more; 

And ever with our Leader rest, 
On yonder peaceful shore. 

T. KeUy. 

Lisbon. S. M. 

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Daniei, Read, lino. 

O BLESS the Lord, my soul; 

His grace to thee proclaim ; 
4nd all +,hat is within me, join 

To bless his holy name. 

2 The Lord forgives thy sins, 
Prolongs thy feeble breath, 

He healeth thine infirmities, 
And ransoms thee from death. 

3 He clothes thee with his love, 
Upholds thee with his truth; 

And like the eagle he renews 
The vigor of thy youth. 

4 Then bless his holy name 
Whose grace has made thee whole; 

Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days; 
O bless the Lord, my soul. 

Isaac Watte. 


Deprecating the Weath to Come. 

O THOU that wouldst not have 

One wretched sinner die; 
Who diedst thyself my soul to save 

From endless misery : 
Show me the way to shun 

Thy dreadful wrath severe; 
That when thou comest on thy throne 

I may with joy appear. 

2 Thou art thyself the Way; 

Thyself in mc reveal; 
So shall I spend my life's short day, 

Obedient to thy will: 
So shall I love my God, 

Because he first loved me; 
And praise thee in thy bright abode 

To »U eternity. 

CbsrleB Wesley, 


1 THE good fight have fought, 

when shall I declare! 

The victory of my Saviour got, 

1 long with Paul to share. 

2 O may I triumph so. 
When all my warfare's past; 

And, dying, find my latest foe 
Under my feet at last. 

3 This blessed word V)e mine, * 
Just as the port is gain'd. 

Kept by the power of grace divine, 
I have the faith maintained. 

4 The apostles of my Lord, 
To whom it first was given, 

They could not speak a greater word. 
Nor all the saints in heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 

S. M. 


The Only Expiation. 

PROSTRATE at Jesus' feet, 

A guilty rebel lies; 
And upward to the mercy-seat, 

Presumes to lift his eyes. 

2 Will justice frown me hence? 
Stay, Lord, the vengeful storm; 

Forbid it, that Omnipotence 
Should crush a feeble worm. 

3 If sorrow would suffice 
To pay the debt I owe, 

Teai'S should, from both my weeping 
In ceaseless currents flow. 

4 Think of thy sorrows. Lord! 
And all my sins forgive; 

Then justice will approve the word 
That bids the sinner live. 

S. Stennett 


Shirland. S. M. 


Samuel Stanley, 1800. 

CiVO Love FOR ZiON. 

1 LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, 
The house of thine abode, 

The Church our blest Eedeemer saved. 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy Church, O God! 
Her walls before thee etand, 

Dear as the api)le of thine eye. 
And graven on thy hand. 

*3 For her my tears shall fall; 
For her my prayers ascend; 
To her my cares and toils be given, 
Till toils and cares ehall end. 

4r Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways; 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows. 

Her hj'mns of love and praise. 

5 Sure as thy truth shall last, 

To Zion shall be given 
The brightest glories earth can yield, 

And brighter bliss of heaven. 

T. Dwight. 

^Utr Delight in Ordinances. 
WELCOME, sweet day of rest, 

That saw the Lord arise: 
Welcome to this reviving breast. 

And these rejoicing eyes! 

2 The King himself comes near. 
And feasts his saints to-day; 

Here we may sit, and see him here. 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day in such a place. 
Where thou, my God, art seen, 

Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
Of pleasurable sin. 

4 My willing soul would stay 
In such a frame as this. 

And sit and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 

Isaac Watts. 

7 1 f=i A XT ,, S. M. 

t JLO A House not Made with Hands. 
WE KNOW, by faith we know, 

If this vile house of clay. 
This tabernacle, sink below, 

In ruinous decay, 

2 We have a house above. 

Not made with mortal hands; 

And firm as our Redeemer's love, 

That heavenly fabric stands. 

3 Full of immortal hope. 
We urge the restless strife, 

And hasten to be swallowed up 
Of everlasting life. 

4 Lord, let us put on thee, 
In perfect holiness. 

And rise prepared thy face to see. 
Thy bright, unclouded face. 

5 Thy grace with glory crown, 
Who hast the earnest given; 

And then triumphantly come down, 
And take us up to heaven. 

Charles Wesley 

fj\J u Success Certain. 

LORD, if at thy command 

The word of life we sow, 
Watered by thy almighty hand. 

The seed shall surely grow: 
The virtue of thy grace 

A large increase shall give, 
And multiply the faithful race. 

Who to thy glory live. 

Now, then, the ceaseless shower 

Of Gospel blessings send, 
And let the soul-converting po^ef 

Thy ministers attend. 
On multitudes confer 

Thfc heart-renewing love, 
And by the joy of grace prepare 

For fuller joys above. 

Charles Wesley. 

Slow and solemn 



Theo. E. Perkins, xsow. 

Boyle. S. M 


S. M. 
Knowledge of Foegiveness. 

HOW can a sinner know 

His sins on earth forgiven? 
How can my gracious Saviour show 

My name inscribed in heaven? 

2 What we have felt and seen 
AVith confidence we tell ; 

And publish to the sons of men, 
The signs infallible. 

3 We, who in Christ believe 
That he for us hath died. 

We all his unknown peace receive. 
And feel his blood applied. 

4 Exults our rising soul. 
Disburdened of her load. 

And swells unutterably full 
Of glory and of God. 

5 His love, surpassing far 
The love of all beneath, 

We find within our hearts, and dare 
The pointless darts of death. 

6 Stronger than death or hell 
The sacred power we prove; 

And, conquerors of the world, we dwell 
In heaven, who dwell in love. 

Charl 8 Wesley. 

8. M. 

4 O may I set my face, 
His onsets to repel; 

Quench all his fiery darts, and chase 
The fiend to his own hell. 

5 But, above all, afraid 
Of my own bosom foe. 

Still let me seek to thee for aid, 
To thee my weakness show. 

6 Hang on thine arm alone, 
With self-distrusting care. 

And deeply in the Spirit groan 
The never-ceasing prayer. 

Charles Wesley. 

8. M. 


Fob Watchfulness. 

BID me of men beware, 
And to my ways take heed; 

Discern their every secret snare, 
And circumspectly tread. 

2 O may I calmly wait. 
Thy succors from above; 

And stand against their open hate 
And well-dissembled love. 

3 My spirit, Lord, alarm. 
When men and devils join. 

'Gainst all the powers of Satan arm. 
In panoply divine. 


Foe Entiee Conseoeation. 

JESUS, my strength, my hope, 

On thee I cast my care; 
With humble confidence look up. 

And know thou hear'st my prayer. 
Give me on thee to wait. 

Till I can all things do; 
On thee, — almighty to create. 

Almighty to renew 

2 I want a sober mind, 
A self-renouncing will. 

That tramples down and casts behind. 

The baits of pleasing ill: 
A soul inured to pain, 

To hardship, grief, and loss. 
Bold to take up, firm to sustain, 

The consecrated cross. 

3 I want a godly fear, 

A quick, discerning eye, 
That looks to thee when sin is near. 

And sees the tempter fly: 
A spirit still prepared. 

And armed with jealous care; 
Forever standing on its guard. 

And watching unto prayer. 

Charles WeeJey. 


No Sorrow There. S. M. 

Unknown. Arranged. 


Salvation's Feee, 


OH! WONDROUS love divine, 

The love of Christ to me ; 
That I, undone and lost by sin, 

Should find salvation free. 


I'm glad salvation's free! 
I'm glad salvation's free! 
Salvation's free for you and me, 
I'm glad salvation's free! 

2 Oppressed with sin and guilt, 
And none to care for me, 

I cast my soul on Jesus' blood. 
And found salvation free. 

3 With nothing in my hand, 
No gift, no price, no plea. 

Through Jesus' boundless love alone 
I've found salvation free. 

4 O brethren, help me sing 
One song of victory. 

For without money, without price, 
I've found salvation free. 

5 I feel it burning now. 

Like fire all through my soul. 
Salvation free, as free as heaven. 
Salvation free and full. 

6 Forever — evermore, 

This my glad song shall be. 
Salvation's free! — Salvation's free! 
I'm glad salvation's free. 

Joseph McCreery. 

7 1 A 8- M- 

1 1 U The Goodly Land. 

FAR from these scenes of night. 
Unbounded glories rise, 
nd realms of joy and pure delight, 
Unknown to mortal eyes. 

2 Fair land! — could mortal eyes 
But half its charms explore, 

How would our spirits long to rise, 
And dwell on earth no more! 

3 No cloud those regions know. 
Realms ever bright and fair; 

For sin, the source of mortal woe. 
Can never enter there. 

4 O may the prospect fire 
Our hearts with ardent love. 

Till wings of faith, and strong desire. 
Bear every thought above. 

5 Prepared, by grace divine. 
For thy bright courts on high. 

Lord, bid our spirits rise and join 
The chorus of the sky. 

Anne Steele. 

S. M. 


Accepting the Invitation. 

COME, weary sinners, come. 
Groaning beneath your load; 

The Saviour calls his wanderers home: 
Haste to your pardoning God. 

2 Come, all by guilt oppressed. 
Answer the Saviour's call, 

"O come, and I will give you rest. 
And I will save you all." 

3 Redeemer, full of love. 
We would thy word obey. 

And all thy faithful mercies prove: 
O take our guilt away. 

i We would on thee rely; 

On thee would cast our care; 
Now to thine arms of mercy fly, 

And find salvation there. 

Charles Wesley. 

Altoona. S. M. 115 

Harvey Camp, 1870. 


S. M. 

Neaeee Home. 

1 One sweetly solemn thought 
Comes to me o'er and o'er, — 

I'm nearer my bright home to-day, 
Than e'er I've been before. 

2 Nearer my Father's house, 
Where many mansions be; 

Nearer my Father's great white throne; 
Nearer the Crystal sea. 

3 Nearer the bound of life, 
Where burdens we lay down; 

Nearer leaving the heavy cross; 
Nearer gaining the crown. 

4 Father, perfect my trust, 
Strengthen my feeble faith; 

Let me feel as when I shall stand 
Upon the shore of death; 

5 Tea, feel as when my feet 
Are slipping o'er the brink; 

For it may be, I'm nearer home — 
Nearer than nowl think. ' 

Phoebe Gary. Alt. by J. G. T. 
K70 S. M. 

O t V Jesus Unchangeable. 


I all to thee resign. 
And bow before thy chastening rod; 

Nor will I, Lord, repine. 

2 Why should my heart complain, • 
When wisdom, truth, and love 

Direct the stroke, inflict the pain, 
And point to joys above? 

3 How short my sufferings here; 
How needful every cross. 

Away with doubt, distrust, and fear, 
Nor call my gain my loss. 

4 Then give, or take away, 
I'll bless thy sacred name: 

Jesus to-day and yesterday, 
And ever, is the same. 


S. M. 

The Land of Peace 
COME to the land of peace; 

From shadows come away; 
Where all the sounds of weeping cease, 

And storms no more have sway. 

2 Fear hath no dwelling here; 
But pure repose and love 

Breathe through the bright, celestial air 
The spirit of the dove. 

3 Come to the bright and blest, 
Gathered from every land; 

For here thy soul shall find its rest 
Amid the shining band. 

4 In this divine abode 

Change leaves no saddening trace; 
Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, 
Thy holy resting-place. 

5 "Come to our peaceful home" 
The saints and angels say: 

"Forsake the world, no longer roam; 
O wanderer, come away!" 

OOD Walking BY Faith. 

IF, on a quiet sea, 

Toward heaven we calmly sail. 
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, 

We'll own the favoring gale. 

2 But should the surges rise, 
And rest delay to come, 

Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm 
Which drives us nearer home. 

3 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
All yield to thy control: 

Thy tender mercies shall illume 
The midnight of the soul. 

4 Teach us, in every state. 
To make thy will our own; 

And when the joys of sense depart 
To live by faith alone. 

A. M. ToplaJy. 

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James M. Pelton, 18—. 

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Wrestling Jacob: 

L. M. 6 1. 


COME, O thou Traveler unknown, 
Whom still I hold, but cannot see: 

My company before is gone, 
And I am left alone with thee: 

With thee all night I mean to stay, 

And wrestle till the break of day. 

2 I need not tell thee who I am; 
My sin and misery declare; 

Thyself hast called mc by my name: 

Look on thy hands, and read it there 
But who, I ask thee, who art thou? 
Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 

3 In vain thou strugglest to get free; 
I never will unloose my hold: 

Art thou the Man that died for me? 

The secret of tny love unfold: 
Wrestling I will not let thee go, 
Till I thy name, thy nature, know. 

4 Wilt thou not yet to mc reveal 
Thy new, unutterable name ? 

Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell; 
To know it now resolved I am: 
Wrestling, I will not let thee go. 
Till I thy name, thy nature, know. 

5 What though my shrinking flesh com- 

And murmur to contend so long? 
] j-ise superior to my pain: 
When I am weak, then am I strong; 

[And when my all of strength shall fail, 

1 shall with the God-man prevail. 

Charles Wesley. 

/f A 1 L. M. 6 

tU X Continued.— Victorious Prayer. 

YIELD to me now, for I am weak, 
But confident in self-despair; 

Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, 
Be conquered by my instant prayer: 

Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, 
And tell me if thy nanie be Love. 

2 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedst for 


I hear thy whisper in my heart; 
The morning breaks, the shadows flee; 

Pure, universal Love thou art: 
To me, to all, thy mercies move. 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

My prayer hath power with God; the 

Unspeakable I now receive; 
Through faith I see thee face to face; 

I see thee face to face, and live! 
In vain I have not wept and strove; 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

4 I know thee. Saviour, v.'lio thou art, 
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend: 

Nor wilt thou with the night depart, 
But stay and love me to tiie end: 

Thy mercies never shall remove; 

Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

Charles Wesley. 

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L, M. 61. 
Delivebance in Chbist Jesds. 

AND can ifc be that I should gain 
An interest in the Saviour's blood? 

Died he for me, who caused his pain? 
For me who him to death pursued? 

Amazing love! how can it be, 

That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me? 

2 'Tis mystery all; the Immortal dies! 
Who can explore his strange design? 

In vain the first-born seraph tries 

To sound the depths of love divine; 
'Tis mercy all! let earth adore: 
Let angel minds inquire no more. 

3 He left his Father's throne above; 
So free, so infinite his grace! 

Emptied himself of all l)ut love, 

And bled for Adam's helpless race; 
'Tis mercy all, immense and free, 
For, O my God, it found out me! 

4 Long my imprisoned spirit lay. 
Fast bound in sin and nature's night: 

Thine eye diffused a quickening ray; 

I woke; the dungeon flamed with light: 
My chains fell off, my heart was free, 
I rose, went forth, and followed thee. 

5 No condemnation now I dread, 
Jesus, with all in him, is mine; 

Alive in him, my living Head, 

And clothed in righteousness divine. 
Bold I approach the eternal throne, 

And claim the crown, through Christ my 

Charles Wesley. 


L. M.6 

The Witness of Entire Conse- 


COME, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire, 
Come, and in me delight to rest; 

Drawn by the lure of strong desire, 
O come and consecrate my breast, 

The temple of my soul prepare. 

And fix thy sacred presence there. 

2 If now thine influence I feel. 

If now in thee begin to live, 
Still to my heart thyself reveal; 

Give me thyself, forever give: 
A point my good, a drop my store, 
Eager I ask, I pant for more. 

8. Eager for thee I ask and pant, 
So strong the principle divine 

Carries me out with sweet constraint, 
Till all my hallowed soul is thine: 

Plunged in the Godhead's deepest sea, 

And lost in thy immensity. 

4 My peace, my life, my comfort thou, 
My treasure and my all thou art. 

True witness of my sonship now 
Engraving jmrdon on my heart: 

Seal of my sins in Christ forgiven. 

Earnest of love, and pledge of heaven. 
Charles Wesley. 


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By permission. 

Isaac B. Woodbury, 18—. 


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L. M. 61. 

An Eye Single to the Glory of 

BEHOLD! the servant of the Lord, 
I wait thy guiding hand to feel; 

To hear and keep thy every word, 
To prove and do thy perfect will: 

Joyful from my own works to cease, 

Glad to fulfill all righteousness. 

2 And if thy grace vouchsafe to use, 
The meanest of thy creatures, me. 

The deed, the time, the manner choose; 

Let all my fruit be found of thee: 
Let all my works in thee be wrought, 
By thee to full laerfection brought. 

3 My every weak, though good design, 
O'errule or change, as seems thee meet; 

Jesus, let all my work be thine! 

Thy work, O Lord, is all complete. 
And pleasing in thy Father's sight; 
Thou only hast done all things right. 

4 Here, then, to thee thine own I leave; 
Mould as thou wilt thy passive clay; 

But let me all thy stamp receive, 
But let me all thy words obey: 
Serve with a single heart and eye, 
And to thy glory live and die. 

Charles Wesley. 


1st P. M. 6 In 
Jesus All and in All. 

THOU hidden Source of calm repose, 
Thou all-sufficient Love divine. 

My help and refuge from my foes. 
Secure I am while thou art mine; 

And io! from sin, and grief, and shame, 

1 hide me, Jesus, in thy name. 

2 Thy mighty name salvation is. 
And keeps my happy soul above: 

Comfort it brings, and power, and peace, 

And joy, and everlasting love: 
To me, with thy great name, are given 
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 

3 Jesus, my all in all thou art; 
My rest in toil, my ease in pain; 

The med'cine of my broken heart; 

In war, my peace; in loss my gain; 
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown; 
lu shame, my glory and my crown. 

4 In want, my plentiful supply; 

In weakness, my almighty power; 
In bonds, my perfect liberty; 

My light in Satan's darkest hour; 
In grief, my joy unspeakable; 
My life in death, my all in all. 

Charles Wesley. 

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The Soul's Anchor. 

L. M. 6 1. 

NOW I have found the ground wherein 
Sure my soul's anchor may remain; 

The wounds of Jesus for my sin, 
Before the world's foundation slain; 

Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, 

When heaven and earth are tied away. 

2 Father, thine everlasting grace 
Our scanty thought surpasses far: 

Thy heart still melts with tenderness; 

Thine arms of love still open are, 
Returning sinners to receive, 
That mercy they may taste, and live. 

3 O Love, thou bottomless abyss! 
My sins are swallowed up in thee; 

Covered is my unrighteousness. 

Nor spot of guilt remains on me: 
While Jesus' blood, through earth and 

Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries. 

4 By faith I plunge me in this sea; 
Here is my hoi)e, my joy, my rest; 

Hither, when hell assails, I tlee; 

I look into my Saviour's breast: 
Away, sad doubt and anxious fear! 
Mercy is all that is written there. 

J. A. Bothe, Tr. by J. Wesley. 


L. M. 

Teixjmphant Confidence 

STILL nigh me, my Saviour, stand, 
And guard in fierce temptation's hour; 

Hide in the hollow of thy hand; 
Show forth in me thy saving power: 

Still be thy arms rny sure defence, 

Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence. 

2 Since thou hast bid me come to thee, 
(Good as thou art, and strong to save,) 

I'll walk o'er life's tempestuous sea. 
Upborne by the unyielding wave; 

Dauntless though rocks of pride be near, 

And yawning whirlpools of despair. 

.3 When darkness intercepts the skies, 
And sorrow's waves around me roll, 

And high the storms of trouble rise, 
And half o'erwhelm my sinking soul; 

My soul a sudden calm shall feel. 

And hear a whisper, "Peace; be still!" 

4 Though in affliction's furnace tried, 
Unhurt on snares and death I'll tread. 

Though sin assail, and hell, thrown wide. 
Pour all its Hamcs upon my liead; 

Like Moses' bush I'll mount the higher. 

And flourish, unconsumed, in fire. 

Charles Wesley. 

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The Good Shepherd . 

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care: 
His presence shall my wants supply. 
And guard me with a watchful eye: 
My noon-day walks he shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales and dewy meads, 
My weary, wandering steps he leads. 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow. 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 

3 Though in a bare and rugged way 
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray. 
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, ' 
The barren wilderness .shall smile. 
With sudden greens and herbage crowned. 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

4 Though in the paths of death I tread. 
With gloomy horrors overspread. 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill. 
For thou, O Lord, art with me still: 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 
J. Addison. 


I GiTE UP MY Will. 

MASTER, I own thy lawful claim; 

Thine, wholly thine, I long to be; 
Thou seest, at last, I willing am. 

Where'er thou go'st, to follow thee: 
Myself in all things to deny; 
Thine, wholly thine, to live and die. 

2 Whate'cr my sinful flesh requires. 
For thee I cheerfully forego: 

My covetous and vain desires. 

My hopes of happiness below; 
My senses' and my passions' food, 
And all my thirst for creature-good. 

3 Pleasure, and wealth, and praise no 


Shall lead my captive soul astray; 
My fond pursuits I all give o'er; 

Thee, only thee, resolved to obey: 
My own in all things to resign, 
And know no other will but thine. 

4 Wherefore to thee I all resign; 

Being thou art, and Love, and Power; 
Thy only will be done, not mine! 

Thee, Lord, let heaven and earth adore; 
Flow back the rivers to the sea, 
And let our all be lost in thee! 

Charles Wesley, 

Woodbridge. L. P. M., or 6 lines 8s. 1^1 

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L. M. 6 1. 
All Things Possible to the Be- 

ALL things are possible to him 
That can in Jesus' name believe: 

Lord, I no more thy truth blaspheme; 
Thy truth I lovingly receive; 

1 can, I do believe in thee, 
All things are possible to me. 

2 When thou the work of faith hast 


I here shall in thine image shine, 
Nor sin in deed, or word, or thought. 

Let men exclaim, and fiends repine, 
They cannot break the firm decree, 
All things are possible to me. 

3 Thy mouth, O Lord, hath spoke, hath 


That I shall serve thee without fear. 
Shall find the pearl which others spurn. 

Holy, and pure, and perfect here: 
The servant as his Lord shall be; 
All things are possible to me. 

4: All things are possible to God, 
To Christ, the power of God in man, 

To me, when I am all renewed. 
When I in Christ am formed again, 

And witness, from all sin set free, 

All things are possible to me. 

Charles Wesley. 

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U'tU The Prize of our High Calling 

JESUS, thy boundless love to me 
No thought can reach, no tongue de- 

O knit my thankful heart to thee. 
And reign without a rival there: 

Thine wholly, thine alone, I am; 

Be thou alone my constant flame. 

2 O grant that nothing in my soul 
May dwell, but thy pure love alone: 

may thy love possess me whole, — 

My joy, my treasure, and my crown: 
Strange flames far from my heart re- 
My every act, word, thought, be love. 

3 Unwearied may I this pursue; 
Dauntless to the high prize aspire: 

Hourly within my soul renew 

This holy flame, this heavenly fire: 
And day and night, be all my care 
To guard the sacred treasure there. 

4 In suff'ring be thy love my peace; 
In weakness be thy love my power; 

And when the storms of life shall cease, 

Jesus in that important hour. 
In death as life be thou my guide. 
And save me, who for me hast died. 

P. Gerhardt. Tr. by J. Wesley. 


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Ckuoified with Christ. 

HUMBLE, and teachable, and mild, 
O may I, as a little child. 

My lowly Master's steps pursue! 
Be anger to my soul unknown; 
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone. 

In love create thou all things new. 

2 Let earth no more my heart divide; 
With Christ may I be crucified; 

To thee with my whole heart aspire: 
Dead to the world and all its toys, 
Its idle pomp, and fading joys, 

Be thou alone my one desire. 

3 My will be swallowed up in thee; 
Light in thy light still may I see, 

Beholding thee with open face; 
, Called the full power of faith to prove. 
Let all my hallowed heart be love. 
And all my spotless life be praise. 

4 Come, Holy Ghost, all quickening fire. 
My consecrated heart inspire, 

Sprinkled with the atoning blood: 
Still to my soul thyself reveal: 
Thy mighty working may I feel. 

And know that I am one with God. 

Charles Wesley. 


Everlasting Praises. 

I'LL praise my Maker while I've breathy 
And when my voice is lost in death, 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
While life, and thought, and being last. 

Or immortality endures. 

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God; he made the sky, 

And earth, and seas, with all their train*, 
His truth forever stands secure, 
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor, 

And none shall find his promise vain. 

8 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind; 
The Lord supports the fainting mind; 

He sends the laboring conscience peace; 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless. 

And grants the prisoner sweet release. 

4 I'll praise him while he lends me 

And when my voice is lost in death. 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers. 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
While life, and thought, and being last, 

Or immortality endures. 

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»JO Pressing toward the Maek. 

I THANK thee, uncreated Sun, 
That thy bright beams on me have 

I thank thee, who hast overthrown 
My foes and healed my wounded mind; 

I thank thee, whose enlivening voice 

Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 

Z Uphold me in the doubtful race. 
Nor suffer me again to stray; 

Strengthen my feet, with steady pace 
Still to press forward in thy way; 

My soul and flesh, O Lord of" might, 

Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light. 

3 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears; 
Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires: 

Give io my soul, with filial fears, 

The love that all heaven's host inspires, 
That all my powers, with aU their might. 
In thy sole glory may unite. 

4 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown; 
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; 

Thee will I love, beneath thy frown 

Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod. 
What though my flesh and heart decay; 
Thee shall I love in endless day. 

J. Wesley. 

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SURROUNDED by a host of foes, 
Stormed by a host of foes within, 

Nor swift to flee, nor strong to-oppose, 
Single against hell, earth, and sin: 

Single, yet undismayed, I am; 

I dare believe in Jesus' name. 

2 What though a thousand hosts engage 
A thousand worlds, my soul to shake; 

I have a shield shall quell their rage, 
And drive the alien armies back: 

Portrayed, it bears a bleeding Lamb; 

I dare believe in Jesus' name. 

3 Me to retrieve from Satan's hands, 
Me from this evil world to free, 

To purge my sins, and loose my bands, 
And save JFrom all iniquity. 

My Lord and God froln heaven he came! 

I dare believe in Jesus' name. 

4 Salvation in iiis name there is; 

Salvation from sin, death, and hell! 
Salvation into glorious bliss; 

How great salvation, who can tell? 
But all he hath for mine I claim; 
I dare believe in Jesus' name. 

Charles Wesley. 

Lenox. H. M. 


'Abba, Father" 

ARISE, my soul, arise; 

Shake off thy guilty fears, 
The bleeding Sacrifice 
In my behalf appears. 
Before the throne my Surety stands, 
My name is written on his hands. 

2 He ever lives above, 
For me to intercede; 

His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood to plead; 
His blood atoned for all our race, 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 
Received on Calvary; 

They pour elfectual prayers. 
They strongly plead for me: 
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry, 
"Nor let that ransomed sinner die." 

4 The Father hears him pray, 
His dear anointed One: 

He cannot turn away 
The presence of his Son: 
His Spirit answers to the blood. 
And tells me I am born of God. 

5 My God is reconciled; 

His pardoning voice I hear: 
He owns me for his child; 
I can no longer fear: 

With confidence I now draw nigh. 
And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 

Cliarles Wesley. 


3d P. M. 4 6s&2f 
Greatness and Condescension. 

THE Lord Jehovah reigns. 

His throne is built on high; 
The garments he assumes 
Are light and majesty: 
His glories shine with beams so bright, 
No mortal eye can bear the sight. 

2 The thunders of his hand 
Keep the wide world in awe; 

His wrath and justice stand 
To guard his holy law; 
And where his love resolves to blesb, 
His truth confirms and seals the grace. 

3 Through all his mighty works 
Amazing wisdom shines; 

Confounds the powers of hell. 
And all their dark designs; 
Strong is his arm, and shall fulfil 
His great decrees and sov'reign will. 

4 And will this sov'reign King 
Of glory condescend; — 

And will he write his name, 
My Father and my Friend? 
I love his Name, I love his word; 
Join all my powers to praise the Lord, 
leaac Wattd. 

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H. M. 

The Bbidegeoom Cometh. 

YE VIRGIN souls, arise; 

With all the dead, awake; 
Unto salvation wise, 
Oil in your vessels take: 
Upstarting at the midnight cry, 
"Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh! 

2 He comes, he comes, to call 

The nations to his bar. 
And take to glory all 
Who meet for glory are: 
Made ready for your full reward; 
Go forth with joy to meet the Lord. 

3 Go, meet him in the sky. 
Your everlasting Friend; 

Your Head to glorify. 
With all his saints ascend: 
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace 
To see, without a veil, his face. 

4 The everlasting doors 
ShaU soon the saints receive. 

With seraphs, thrones, and powers, 
In glorious joy to live, 
Far from a world of grief and sin. 
With God eternally shut in. 

5 Then let us wait to hear 

The trumpet's welcome sound: 
To see our Lord appear. 
May we be watching found: 
And when thou dost the heavens bow, 
Be found — as. Lord, thou findest us now. 
Charles Wesley. 


The Day of Saoeed Rest. 

H. M. 

WELCOME, delightful morn, 

Thou day of sacred rest; 
I hail thy kind return. 

Lord, make these moments blest: 
From low delights and mortal toys 

1 soar to reach immortal joys. 

2 Now may the King descend 
And fill his throne of grace: 

Thy sceptre, Lord, extend 

While saints address thy face: 
Let sinners feel thy quickening word 
And learn to know and fear the Lord. 

3 Descend, celestial Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers. 
Disclose a Saviour's love 

And bless these sacred hours; 
Then shall my soul new life obtain. 
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. 



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H. M. 

Rejoioino in the Fulfillment of 
THE Pkomise. 
SINNERS, lift up your hearts, 

The promise to receive; 
Jesus himself imparts. 
He comes in man to live: 
The Holy Ghost to man is given; 
Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 

2 Jesus is glorified. 

And gives the Comforter, 
His Spirit, to reside 

In all his members here; 
The Holy Ghost to man is given; 
Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 

3 To make an end of sin, 
And Satan's works destroy. 

He brings his kingdom in, 
.Peace, righteousness, and joy: 
The Holy Ghost to man is given; 
Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 

4 From heaven ho shall once more 
Triumphantly descend. 

And all his saints restore 
To joys that never end: 
Then, then, when all our joys are given. 
Rejoice in God, rejoice in heaven, 

Charles Wesley. 


Rejoicing in Hope. 
YE RANSOMED sinners, hear, 

H. M. 

The prisoners of the Lord, 
And wait till Christ appear. 

According to his word: 
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me; 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

2 L/et others hug their chains. 
For sin and Satan plead, 

And say, from sin's remains 

They never can be freed: 
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me; 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

3 In God we put our trust; 
If we our sins confess, 

Faithful is he and just. 

From all unrighteousness 
To cleanse us all, both you and me; 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

4 Surely in us the hope 
Of glory shall appear. 

Sinners, your heads lift up. 
And see redemption near: 
Again I say, rejoice with me: 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

5 Who Jesus' sufferings share, 
My fellow-prisoners now. 

Ye soon the crown shall wear 
On your triumphant brow: 
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me; 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

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6 The word of God is sure, 
And never can remove; 

We shall in heart be pure, 

And perfected in love: 
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me; 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

7 Then let us gladly bring 
Our sacrifice of praise: 

Let us give thanks and sing, 

And glory in his grace: 
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me; 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Jubilee Trumpet. 

H. M. 

BLOW ye tlie trumpet, blow 
The gladly-solemn sound; 

Let all the nations know, 
To earth's remotest hound, 

The year of jubilee is come; 

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 
Hath full atonement made: 

Ye weary spirits, rest; 
Ye mournful souls, be glad: 

The year of jubilee is come; 

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

3 Extol the Lamb of God, 

The all-atoning Lamb; 
Redemption in his blood 

Throughout the world proclaim: 
The year of jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell. 

Your liberty receive. 
And safe in Jesus dwell. 

And blest in Jesus live: 
The year of jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

5 Ye who have sold for naught 

Your heritage above, 
Receive it back unbought. 

The gift of Jesus' love: 
The year of jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

6 The Gospel trumpet hear. 
The news of lieavenly grace; 

And, saved fi'om earth. ap{)car 
Before your Saviour's face: 

The year of jubilee is come; 

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home- 
Charles Weslay. 




Dr. L. Mason, 






C. P. 

Make His Peaise Glorious. 

O COULD I speak the matchless worth. 

could I sound the glories forth, 
r^ Which in my Saviour shine, 

I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, 
And vie with Gabriel while he sings 
In notes almost divine. 

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt. 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt 

Of sin, and wrath divine; 
I'd sing his glorious righteousness, 
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress 

My soul shall ever shine. 

3 I'd sing the characters he bears, 
And all the forms of love he wears. 

Exalted on his throne; 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 

1 would to everlasting days 
Make all his glories known. 

4 Well, the delightful day will come 
When my dear Lord will bring me home, 

And I shall see his face; 
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity I'll spend. 

Triumphant in his grace. 


^^^ Unity of Spirit and of Purpose. 
COME, wisdom, power and grace divine; 

Come, Jesus, in thy name to join 

A happy chosen band; 
Who fain would prove thme utmost will, 
And all thy righteous laws fulfill. 

In love's benign command. 

2 If pure essential love thou art, 
Thy nature into every heart, 

Thy loving self, inspir : 
Bid all our simple souls be one, 
United in a bond unknown, 

Baptized with heavenly fire. 

3 Still may we to our center tend. 

To spread thy praise our common end, 

To help each other on; 
Companions through the wilderness. 
To share a moment's pain, and seize 

An everlasting crown. 

4 Jesus, our humbled souls prepare; 
Infuse the softest social care. 

The warmest charity; 
The mercy of our bleeding Lamb, 
The virtues of thy wondrous name, 

The heart that was in thee. 

5 Impart what every member wants; 
To found the fellowship of saints, 

Thy Spirit, Lord, supply; 
So shall we all thy love receive, 
Together to thy glory live. 

And to thy glory die. 

Charles Wesley 



Dr. Thos. Hastings, 1836. 



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^^^tPanting after the Fullness of 

LOVE divine, how sweet thou art' 
When shall I find my willing heart 

AH taken up by thee? 

1 thirst, I faint, I die to prove 
The greatness of redeeming love, 

The love of Christ to me. 

2 Stronger his love than death or hell; 
Its riches are unsearchaVile; 

The first-born sons of light 
Desire in vain its depths to see; 
They cannot reach the mystery, 

The length, the breadth, the height. 

3 God only knows the love of God; 
O that it now were shed abroad 

In this poor stony heart: 
For love I sigh, for love I pine; 
This only portion, Lord, be mine; 

Be mine this better part. 

4 O that I could forever sit 
With Mary at the Master's feet! 

Be this my happy choice; 
My only care, delight, and bliss. 
My joy, my heaven on earth. Vie this, 

To hear the Bridegroom's voice. 

5 Othat I could, with favored John, 
Recline my weary head upon 

The dear Redeemer's breast: 
From care, and sin, and sorrow free, 
Give me, O Lord, to find in thee 

My everlasting rest. 

OOA C. p. M. 

^ .JO Entire Dependence on Christ. 
EXCEPT the Lord conduct the plan, 
The best concerted schemes are vain, 

And never can succeed; 
We spend our wretched strength for 


But if our works m thee be wrought, 
They shall be blest indeed. 
2 Lord, if thou didst thyself inspire 
Our souls with this intense desire, 

Thy goodness to proclaim ; 
Thy glory if we now intend, 
O let our deeds begin and end 

Complete in Jesus' name. 

3 In Jesus' name behold we meet, 
Far from an evil world retreat, 

And all its frantic ways; 
One only thing resolved to know, 
And square our useful lives below, 

By reason and by grace. 

4 Now, Jesus, now thy love impart, 
To govern each devoted heart, 

And fit us for thy will; 
Deep founded in the truth of grace, 
Build up thy rising Church, and place 

The city on the hill. 

5 O let our love and faith abound; 
O let our lives, to all around, 

Witlh purest lustre shine; 
That all around our works may see, 
And give the glory. Lord, to thee, 

The heavenly light divine, 



Chandler, 17 





Bliss-inspieing Hope. 

COME on, my partners in distress. 
My comrades through the wilden.3ss, 

Who still your bodies feel: 
Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
And look beyond this vale of tears. 

To that celestial hill. 

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
Look forward to that heavenly place, 

The saints' secure abode; 
On faith's strong eagle pinions rise. 
And force your passage to the skies, 

And scale the mount of God. 

3 Who suffer with our Master here. 
We shall before his face appear, 

And by his side sit down: 
To patient faith the prize is sure; 
And all that to the end endure 

The cross, shall wear the crown. 

4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope! 
It lifts the fainting spirits up; 

It brings to life the dead: 
Our conflicts here shall soon be past, 
And you and I ascend at last. 

Triumphant with our Head. 

5 That great, mysterious Deity, 
We soon with open face shall see; 

The beatific sight 

Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, 
And wide diffuse the golden blaze 
Of everlasting light. 

Charles Wesley. 


Always Rejoicing. 

C. P. M. 

HOW happy, gracious Lord! are we, 
Divinely drawn to follow thee, 

Whose hours divided are 
Betwixt the mount and multitude: 
Our day is spent in doing good, 

Our night in praise and prayer. 

2 With us no melancholy void. 
No moment lingers unemployed, 

Or unimproved, below: 
Our weariness of life is gone, 
Who live to serve our God alone, 

And only thee to kno-sy. 

3 The winter's night, the summer's day. 
Glide imperceptibly away, 

Too short to sing thy praise. 
Too few we find the happy hours. 
And haste to join those heavenly powers 

In everlasting lays. 

4 With all who chant thy name on high, 
And Holy, holy, holy, cry, 

(A bright, harmonious throng!) 
We long thy praises to repeat. 
And ceaseless sing around thy seat 

The new eternal song. 

Charles Wesley. 

WilloTiglilDy 886, 


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The Gloeious Hope. 

C. P. 

GLORIOUS hope of perfect love, 
It lifts me up to things above; 

It bears on eagle's wings; 
It gives my ravished soul a taste, 
And makes me for some moments feast 

With Jesus' priests and kings. 

2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope, 

1 stand, and from the mountain top 

See all the land below. 
Rivers of milk and honey rise. 
And all the fruits of paradise 

In endless plenty grow. 

3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil. 
Favored with God's peculiar smile, 

With every blessing blest; 
There dwells the Lord our righteousnss, 
And keeps his own in perpect peace. 

And everlasting rest. 

4 O that I might at once go up: 
No more on this side Jordan stop, 

But now the land possess; 
This moment end my legal years; 
Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears, 

A howling wilderness. 

5 Now, O my Joshua, bring me in! 
Cast out thy foes; the inbred sin, 

The carnal mind remove} 

The purchase of thy death divide! 
And 0! with all the sanctified 
Give me a lot of love. 

Charles Wesley. 


C. P. 

Rejoicing in Commotions. 

HOW happy are the little flock. 

Who, safe beneath their guardian-rock 

In all commotions rest! 
When war's and tumult's waves run high, 
Unmoved, above the storm they lie. 

They lodge in Jesus' breast. 

2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war, 
Our Saviour's swift approach declare, 

And bid our hearts arise: 
Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope; 
Its cities' fall, but lifts us up. 

To meet thee in the skies. 

8 Thy tokens we with joy confess. 

The war proclaims the I'rince of peace. 

The earthquake speaks thy power: 
The famine all thy fullness brings, 
The plague presents thy healing wings, 

And nature's final hour. 

4 Whatever ills the world befall, 
A pledge of endless good we call, 

A sign of Jesus near: 
His chariot will not long delay; 
We hear the rumbling wliccls, and pray, 

Triumphant Lord, appear. 

Charles Wesloy, 



Dr. L. Mason, 18—. 


The Inwabd Witness. 

THOTJ great mysterious God unknown, 
Whose love has gently led me on, 

E'en from my infant days; 
Mine inmost soul expose to view, 
And tell me if I ever knew 

Thy justifying grace. 

2 If I have only known thy fear, 
And followed, with a heart sincere. 

Thy drawings from above; 
Now, now the further grace bestow, 
And let my sprinkled conscience know 

Thy sweet forgiving love. 

3 Short of thy love I would not stop, 
A stranger to the Gospel hope. 

The sense of sin forgiven; 
I would not, Lord, my soul deceive, 
Without the inward witness live, 

That ante-past of heaven. 

4 If now the witness were in me, 
Would he not testify of thee, 

In Jesus reconciled? 
And should I not with faith draw nigh. 
And boldly, Abba, Father, cry, 

And know myself thy child? 

5 Father, in me reveal thy Son, 
And to my inmost soul make known 

How merciful thou art; 

The secret of thy love reveal, 
And by thy hallowing Spirit dwell 
Forever in my heart. 

Charles Wesley. 

7QA C. P. M. 

I OU The Pilgrim's Happy Lot. 

HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot; 
How free from every anxious thought. 

From worldly hope and fear! 
Confined to neither court nor cell, 
His soul disdains on earth to dwell, 

He only sojourns here. 

2 This happiness in part is mine, 
Already saved from low design, 

From every creature-love; 
Blest with the scorn of finite good, 
My soul is lightened of its load, 

And seeks the things above. 

8 There is my house and portion fair; 
My treasure and my heart are there, 

And my abiding home; 
For me my elder brethren stay, 
And angels beckon me away, 

And Jesus bids me come. 

4 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, 
I coirie to meet thee in the skies. 

And claim my heavenly rest! 
Soon will the pilgrim's journey end; 
Then, O my Saviour, Brother. Friend, 

Receive me to thy breast! 


Hedding. 886 



c. p. 

The Momentous Question. 

AND am I only born to die? 
And must I suddenly comply 

With nature's stern decree? 
What after death for me remains? 
Celestial joys, or hellish pains, 

To all eternity. 

2 How then ouyht I on earth to live, 
While God prolongs the kind reprieve, 

And props the house of clay? 
My sole concern, my single care, 
To watch, and tremble, and prepare 

Against that fatal day. 

3 No room for mirth or trifling here, 
For worldly hope or worldly fear 

If life so soon is gone; 
If now the Judge is at the door, 
And all mankind must stand before 

The inexorable throne! 

4 No matter which my thoughts employ, 
A moment's misery or joy; 

But, 01 when both shall end, 
Where shall I find my destined place? 
Shall I my everlasting days 

With fiends or angels spend? 

5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, 
But how I may escape the death 

That never, never dies! 
How make mine own election sure: 
And when I fail on earth, secure 

A mansion in the skies. 

6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray; 
Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way 

To glorious hapynncss. 
Ah! write the pardon on my heart; 
And whenso'er I hence depart. 

Let me depart in peace. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Beink of Fate. 

C. P. M. 

Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, 

Secure, insensible: 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Removes me to that heavenly place, 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

:l O God, mine inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtful heart 

Eternal things impress: 
(iive me to feel their solemn weight, 
And treml)le on the brink of fate. 

And wake to righteousness. 

8 Before me place, in dread array. 
The pomp of that tremendous day. 

When thou with clouds shalt come 
To judge the nations at thy bar; 
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there. 

To meet a joyful doom? 

4 Be this my one great business here; 
With serious industry and fear 

Eternal bliss to insure; 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill. 
And suffer all thy righteous will. 

And to the end endure. 

Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Transporled from this vale, lolive 

And reign with thee above. 
Where faitii is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full, supreme delight, 

And everlasting love. 

Charles Wesley. 


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X VI/If we Suffer with Him we shall 

Reign with Him. 
CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, 
SoQS of men and angels say: 
Raise your joys and triumphs high; 
Sing, ye heavens, — and earth, reply. 

2 Love's redeeming work is done, — 
Fought the fight, the battle won: 
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er; 

Lo! he sets in blood no more. 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, — 
Christ has burst the gates of hell: 
Death in vain forbids his rise; 
Christ hath open'd Paradise. 

4 Lives again our glorious King; 
Where, O death, is now thy sting? 
Once he died our souls to save; 
Where's thy victory, boasting grave? 

5 Soar we now where Christ has led. 
Follow our exalted head; 

Mi^de like him, like him we rise; 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

Charles Wesley. 

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1 O vf Eabnest of Eteenal Rest. 
GRACIOUS Spirit— love divine! 
X»2fc thy light within me shine; 
A.; n.y guilty fears remove; 

Fill me with thy heavenly love. 

2 Speak thy pard'ning grace to me; 
Set the burden'd sinner free; 
Lead me to the Lam.b of God; 
Wash me in his precious blood. 

P> Ivife and peace to me impart; 
■^3^^ salvation on my heart; 
iiroathe thyself into my breast, — 
Earnest of immortal rest. 
4 Let me never from thee stray; 
Keep me in the narrow way; 
Fill my soul with joy divine; 
Keep me, Lord, forever thine. 

OUl Foe Humility and Peoteotion, 
GOD of Love, who hearest prayer, 
Kindly for thy people care, 
Who on thee alone depend: 
Love us, save us to the end. 

2 Save us, in the prosperous hour, 
From the flattering tempter's power; 
From his unsuspected wiles; 

From the world's pernicious smiles. 

3 Men of worldly, low design, 
Let not these thy people join, 
Poison our simplicity, 

Drag us from our trust in thee. 

4 Save us from the great and wise. 
Till they sink in their own eyes, 
Tamely to thy yoke submit. 

Lay their honor at thy feet. 

5 Never let the world break in; 
Fix a mighty gulf between; 
Keep us little and unknown, 
Prized and loved by God alone. 

Let us still to thee looK up. 
Thee, thy Israel's strength and hope; 
Nothing know, or seek, beside 
Jesus, and him crucified. 

Charles Wesley. 


Spibit Enlightening, Cleansing, 

HOLY Ghost, with light divine. 
Shine upon this heart of mine; 
Chase the shades of night away. 
Turn my darkness into day. 
2 Holy Ghost, with power divine. 
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine; 
Long hath sin, without control. 
Held dominion o'er my soul. 

Holy Ghost, with joy divine. 
Cheer this saddened heart of mine; 
Bid my many woes depart. 
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 

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4 Holy Spirit, all divine, 
Dwell within this heart of mine; 
Cast down every idol-throne, 
Reign supreme, and reign alone. 

A. Eeed. 


God Eveeywheee. 
THEY who seek the throne of grace, 
Find that throne in every place: 
If we live a life of prayer, 
God is present everywhere. 

2 In our sickness or our health. 
In our want or in our wealth, 
If we look to God in prayer, 
God is present everywhere. 

3 When our earthly comforts fail. 
When the foes of life prevail, 
'Tis the time for earnest prayer; 
God is present everywhere, 

4 Then, my soul, in every strait 
To thy Father come and wait; 
He will answer every prayer; 
God is present everywhere. 

Oliver Holden, Alt. 


LORD, that I may learn of thee. 
Give me true simplicity; 
Wean my soul, and keep it low. 
Willing thee alone to know. 

2 Worldly wisdom cast aside; 
All that feeds my knowing pride; 
Not to man, Ijut God submit, 
Lay my reasonings at thy feet: 

3 Of my boasted wisdom spoiled. 
Docile, helpless as a child; 
Only seeing in thy light. 

Only walking in thy might. 

4 Then infuse the teaching grace, 
Spirit of truth and righteousness; 
Knowledge, love divine, impart, 
Life eternal, to my heart. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Sun of Righteousness. 


HARK! the herald angels sing. 
Glory to the new-born King; 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild; 
God and sinners reconciled. 

2 Joyful all ye nations rise, — 
Join the triumphs of the skies; 
With angelic hosts proclaim, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 

3 Christ, by highest heaven adored, 
Christ, the everlasting Lord; 
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; 
Hail, incarnate Deity. 

4 Hail the heaven-born Prince of peacel 
Hail the Sun of Righteousness! 

Light and life to all he brings, 
Risen with healing in his wings. 

5 Come, Desire of nations, come! 
Fix in us thy humble home; 
Second Adam from above, 
Reinstate us in thy love. 

Charles Wesley. 

'iy\j ^ Encouragements to Peay. 

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare; 
Jesus loves to answer prayer; 
He himself invites thee near, 
Bids thee ask him, waits to hear. 

Lord, I come to thee for rest; 
Take possession of my breast; 
There, thy blood-bought right maintain 
And witliout a rival reign. 

3 VN'hile I am a pilgrim here, 
Let thy love my spirit cheer; 

As viiy guide, my guard, my friend, 
Lead me to my joui-ncy's end. 

4 Show me what I have to do; 
Eve»*y hour my strength renew; 
Let me live a life of faith, 
Let me die thy people's death. 

J. Newton. 


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The Danger op Delay. 

HASTEN, sinner, to be wise! 

Stay not for the morrow's sun: 
Wisdom if you still despise. 

Harder is it to be won. 

2 Hasten, mercy to implore! 
Stay not for the morrow's sun, 

Lest thy season should be o'er 
Ere this evening's stage be run. 

3 Hasten, sinner, to return! 
Stay not for the morrow's sun. 

Lest thy lamp should fail to bum 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest! 
Stay not for the morrow's sun, 

Lest perdition thee arrest 
Ere the morrow is begun. 

J. Scott. 


Panting foe Pueity. 

HOLY Lamb, who thee receive, 
Who in thee begin to live. 
Day and night they cry to thee, 
As thou art, so let us be! 

2 Jesus, see my panting breast; 
See, I pant in thee to rest. 
Gladly would I now be clean; 
Cleanse me now from every sin. 

3 Fix, O fix my wavering mind, 
To thy cross my spirit bind: 
Earthly passions still remove; 
Swallow up my soul in love. 

4 Dust and ashes though we be. 
Full of sin and misery. 
Thine we are, thou Son of God; 
Take the purchase of thy blood! 

A. S. Dover, Tr. by J. 


Peefeot Peace. 

PRINCE of peace, control my will; 
Bid this struggling heart be still; 
Bid my fears and doubtings cease. 
Hush my spirit into peace. 

2 Thou hast bought me with thy blood, 
Opened wide the gate to God. 

Peace I ask, — but peace must be, 
Lord, in being one with thee. 

3 May thy will, not mine, be done; 
May thy will and mine be one: 
Chase these doubtings from my heart; 
Now thy perfect peace impart. 

4 Saviour, at thy feet I fall. 
Thou, my life, my God, my all! 
Let thy happy servant be 

One forevermore with thee! 

M. A. S. Barber. 


Weak and Helpless. 

SON of God, thy blessing grant; 
Still supply my every want; 
Tree of life, thine influence shed: 
From thy fullness I am fed. 

2 Tenderest branch, alas! am I, 
Wither without thee and die; 
Weak as helpless infancy: 
O confirm my soul in thee! 

Unsustained by thee, I fall; 
Send the help for which I call: 
Weaker than a bruised reed, 
Help I every moment need. 

4 All my hopes on thee depend; 
Love me, save me to the end; 
Give me persevering grace; 
Take the everlasting praise. 

Charles Wesley. 


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Tribute of Peaise at Paeting . 

CHRISTIANS, brethren, ere we part. 
Every voice and every heart 
Join and to our Father raise 
One last hymn of grateful praise. 

2 Though we hery should meet no more, 
Yet there is a brighter shore; 

There released from toil and pain. 
There we all may meet again. 

3 Now to thee, thou God of heaven, 
Be eternal glory given: 

Grateful for thy love divine. 
May our hearts be ever thine. 

Henry Kirke White. 


A Young Child. 

GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, 
Look upon a little child; 
Pity my simplicity; 
Suffer me to come to thee. 

2 Fain I would to thee be brought; 
Gracious Lord, forbid it not; 
Give a little child a place 

In the kingdom of thy grace. 

3 Lamb of God, I look to thee, 
Thou shalt my example be; 
Thou art gentle, meek, and mild, 
Thou wast once a little child. 

4 Fain I would be as thou art, 
Give me thy obedient heart; 
Thou art pitiful and kind, 
Let me have thy loving mind. 

5 Let me, above all, fulfill 
God my heavenly Father's will; 
Never his good Spirit grieve. 
Only to his glory live. 

Charles Wesley. 

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-t') ± Peefect Submission. 

WHEN, my Saviour, shall I be 
Perfectly resigned to thee? 
Poor and vile in my own eyes, 
Only in thy wisdom wise? 

2 Only thee content to know, 
Ignorant of all below? 
Only guided by thy light? 
Only mighty in thy might? 

3 So I may thy Spirit know, 
Let him as he listeth blow. 
Let the manner be unknown. 
So I may with thee be one: 

4 Fully in my life express 
All the heights of holiness; 
Sweetly let my spirit prove, 
All the depths of humble love. 

Charles W^esley. 


The Wanderer Exhorted. 

BROTHER, hast thou wandered far 
From thy Father's happy home. 

With thyself and God at war? 
Turn thee, brother; homeward come. 

2 Hast thou wasted all the powers 
God for noble uses gave? 

Squandered life's most golden hours? 
Turn thee, brother; God can save! 

3 Is a mighty famine now 

In thy heart and in thy soul? 
Discontent upon thy brow? 
Turn thee; God will make thee whole. 

4 He can heal thy bitterest wound, 
He thy gentlest prayer can hear; 

Seek him, for he may be found; 
Call upon him; he is near, 

James F. Clark. 


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IMany, but One. 

CHRIST, from whom all blessings flow, 

Perfecting the saints below, 

Hear us, who thy nature share. 

Who thy mystic body are. 

Join us, in one spirit join; 

Let us still receive of thine: 

Still for more on thee we call. 

Thou who fillest all in all. 

2 Move, and actuate, and guide; 
Divers gifts to each divide: 
Placed according to thy will, 
Let us all our work fulfill: 
Never from our office move; 
Needful to each other prove; 
Let us daily growth receive, 
More and more in Jesus live. 

4 Jesus, we thy members are; 
Cherish us with kindest care: 
Of thy flesh and of thy bone, 
Love, forever love thine own! 
Love, like death, hath all destroyed. 
Rendered all distinctions void: 
Names, and sects and parties fall: 
Thou, O Christ, art all in all! 

Charles Wesley. 


u O DThe Feast of Endless Love. 

COME, thou high and lofty Lord, 
Lowly, meek, incarnate Word, 
Humbly stoop to earth again; 
Come and visit al)ject man. 
Jesus, dear expected Guest, 
Thou art bidden to the feast; 
For thyself our hearts prepare; 
Come, and sit, and banquet there. 

2 Jesus, we thy promise claim: 
We are met in thy great name: 
In the midst do thou appear: 
Manifest thy presence here. 

[Sanctify us. Lord, and bless: 
Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace, 
Thou thyself within us move: 
Make our feast a feast of love. 

3 Make us all in thee complete; 
Make us all for glory meet; 
Meet to appear before thy sight, 
Partners with the saints in light. 
Call, O call us each by name. 
To the marriage of the lamb: 
Let us lean upon thy breast; 
Love be there our endless feast. 

Charles Wesley. 


Witnesses fob Jesus. 

COME, and let us sweetly join, 
Christ to praise in hymns divine: 
Give we all with one accord. 
Glory to our common Lord: 
Hands, and hearts, and voices raise; 
Sing as in the ancient days; 
Ante-date the joys above. 
Celebrate the feast of love. 

2 Strive we, in affection strive; 
Let the purer flame revive; • 
Such as in the martyrs glowed. 
Dying champions for their God: 
We like them may live and love; 
Called we are their joys to prove; 
Saved with them from future wrath; 
Partners of like precious faith. 

3 Sing wo then in Jesus' name, 
Now as yesterday the same; 
One in every time and place. 
Full for all of truth and grace: 
We for Christ, our Master, stand. 
Lights in a benighted land: 

We our dying Lord confess; 
We are Jesus' witnesses. 

Charles Wesley 

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Sweet Counsel. 

GLORY be to God above, 

God, from whom all blessings flow; 
Make we mention of his love; 

Publish we his praise below: 
Called together by his grace, 

We are met in Jesus' name; 
See with joy each other's face. 

Followers of the bleeding Lamb. 

2 Let us then sweet counsel take. 
How to make our calling sure; 

Our election how to make, 
Past the reach of hell, secure: 

Build we each the other up; 

Pray we for our faith's increase; 

Solid comfort, settled hope. 
Constant joy and lasting peace. 

3 More and more let love abound: 
Let us never, never rest, 

Till we are in Jesus found, 

Of our Paradise possessed: 
He removes the flaming sword. 

Calls us back, from Eden driven; 
To his image here restored. 

Soon he takes us up to heaven. 

(]harles Wesley. 


Entibe Consechation. 

TAKE my life and let it be 
Consecrated Lord to thee: 
Take my moments and my days, 
Let them flow in ceaseless praise. 

2 Take my hands and let them move 
At the impulse of thy love: 

Take my feet and let them be 
Swift to ever follow thee. 

3 Take my silver and my gold, 
Not a mite would I withhold: 
Take my intellect and use 
Every power as thou shalt choose. 

4 Take my voice and let me sing 
Always, only, for my King: 
Take my lips and let them be 
Filled with messages from thee. 

5 Take my will and make it thine, 
It shall be no longer mine: 

Take my heart, it is thine own; 
It shall be thy royal throne. 

6 Take my love, my Lord, I pour 
At thy feet its treasure store: 
Take myself, and I will be. 
Ever, only all for thee, 

Miss F. R. Havergal. 

Of one Heaet and of one Mind. 


JESUS, Lord, we look to thee; 
Let us in thy name agree; 
Show thyself the Prince of Peace, 
Bid our jars forever cease. 

2 By thy reconciling love, 
Every stumbling-block remove. 
Each to each unite, endear; 
Come, and spread thy banner here. 

3 Make us of one heart and mind, 
Courteous, pitiful and kind; 
Lowly, meek in thought and word. 
Altogether like our Lord. 

4 Let us for each other care; 
Each the other's burden bear: 
To thy Church the pattern give; 
Show how true believers live. 

5 Free from anger and from pride, 
Let us thus in God abide; 

All the depths of love express, 
All the heights of holiness. 

6 Let us then with joy remove 
To the family above; 

On the wings of angels fly; 
Show how true believers die. 

CbEirles Wesley. 


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The Only Refuge. 

JESUS, lover of my soul, 

Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the nearer waters roll, 

While the tempest still is high: 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide. 

Till the storm of life is past; 
Safe into the haven guide, 

O receive my soul at last. 

2 Other refuge have I none; 
Hangs my helpless soul on thee: 

Leave, O leave me not alone; 

Still support and comfort me: 
All my trust on thee is stayed; 

All my help from thee I bring: 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

3 Thou, O Christ, art ail I want: 
More than all in thee I find: 

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. 
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 

Reach me out thy gracious hand. 
While I of thy strength receive: 

Hoping against hope I stand, 
Dying, and behold I live. 

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
Grace to cover all my sin: 

Let the healing streams abound; 

Make and keep me pure within. 
Thou of life the fountain art; 

Freely let me take of thee: 
Spring thou within my heart; 

Rise to aU eternity. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Dying Believer. 

DEATHLESS spirit, now arise; 
Soar, thou native of the skies! 
Pearl of price by Jesus bought, 
To his glorious likeness wrought, — 

2 Go to^shine before the throne; 
Deck the Mediator's crown; 
Go, his triumphs to adorn: 
Made for God, to God return. 

3 Angels, joyful to attend, 
Hov'ring round thy pillow bend; 
Wait to catch the signal given, 
And convey thee quick to heaven. 

4 Burst thy shackles: drop thy clay; 
Sweetly breathe thyself away; 
Singing, to thy crown remove, 
Swift of wing, and fired with love. 

5 Shudder not to pass the stream: 
Venture nil thy care on him: 
Him, whose dying love and power 
Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar. 

6 Safe is the expanded wave, 
G( ntle as a summer's eve; 
Not one object of his care 
Ever suffer shipwreck there. 


7 See the haven full in view; 
Love divine shall bear thee through: 
Trust to that propitious gale; 
Weigh thine anchor, spread thy sail. 

Saints in glory, perfect made. 
Wait thy passage through the shade; 
Swiftly to their wish be given; 
Kindle higher joy in heaven. 

A. M. Toplady. 

5 U U The Litany. 

SAVIOUR, when in dust, to thee 
Low we bow the adoring knee, 
When, repentant, to the skies 
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes, 
O, by all thy pain and woe 
Suffered once for man below. 
Bending from thy throne on high, 
Hear us when to thee we cry. 

2 By thine hour of dark despair. 
By thine agony of prayer; 

By the cross, the nail, the thorn. 
Piercing spear, ^nd torturing scorn; 
By the gloom that veiled the skies 
O'er the dreadful sacrifice, — 
Jesus, look with pitying eye; 
Listen to our humble cry. 

3 By the deep, expiring groan; 
By the sad, sepulchral stone; 
By the vault whose dark abode 
Held in vain the rising God, 

O, from earth to heaven i-estored. 
Mighty, re-ascended Lord, 
Saviour, Prince, exalted high, 
Hear, O hear, our humble cry. 

R. Gkranf. 

Zo Blessings Imploked. 

LORD, we come before thee now, 
At thy feet we humbly bow; 
O do not our suit disdain; 
Shall we seek thee. Lord, in vain? 

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend; 
In compassion now descend; 

Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 

3 In thine own appointed way. 
Now we seek thee, liere we stay; 
Lord, we know not how to go. 
Till a blessing thou bestow. 

4 Send some message from thy word; 
Th-at may joy and peace afford; 

Let thy Spirit now impart 
Full salvation to each heart. 

5 Comfoi-t those who weep and mouiT', 
Let the time of joy return. 

Those that arc cast down lift up: 
Make them strong in faith and hope. 

6 Grant that all may seek and find 
Thee, a gracious God and kind; 
Heal the sick, the captive free; 
Let us all rejoice in thee. 

William Haminomi . 


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The Word Glorified. 

SEE how great a flame aspires, 

Kindled Ijy a spark of grace! 
Jesus' love the nations fires, 

Sets the kingdoms on a blaze. 
To bring fire on earth he came; 

Kindled m some hearts it is: 
O that all might catch the flame, 

All partake the glorious bliss! 

2 When he first the work begun, 

Small and feeble was his day: 
Now the word doth swiftly run; 

Now it wins its widening way: 
More and more it spreads and grows, 

Ever mighty to prevail; 
Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows, 

Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 

S Sons of God, your Saviour praise! 

He the door hath opened wide; 
Ho hath given the word of grace; 

Jesus' word is glorified. 
Jesus, mighty to redeem. 

He alone the work hath wrought; 
Worthy is the work of him, 

He who spake a world from naught. 

4 Saw ye not the cloud arise, 

Little as a human hand? 
Now it spreads along the skies. 

Hangs o'er all the thirsty land; 

Lo! the promise of a shower 

Drops already from above; 
But the Lord will shortly pour 

All the Spirit of his love. 

Charles Wesley. 

The Watchman's Report. 


WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are. _ 
Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height 

See that glory-beaming star! 
Watchman, does its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell? 
Traveler, yes, it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman, tell us of the night; 
Higher yet that star ascends. 

Traveler, blessedness and light. 
Peace and truth its course portends. 

Watchman, will its beams, alone 
Gild the spot that gave them birth? 

Traveler, ages are its own; 
See, it bursts o'er all the earth! 

3 Watchman, tell us of the night, 
For the morning seems to dawn. 

Traveler, darkness takes its flight; 

Doubt and terror arc withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wandering cease; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
Traveler, lo! the Prince of Peace, 

Lo! the Son of God is come. 

gir. J. Bowerinf, 

Benevento. 8 lines 7s. 


Samuel Webbe, i77o. 


Why Will Ye Die? 

SINNERS, turn; why will ye die? 
God, your Maker, asks you why? 
God, who did your being give. 
Made you with himself to live; 
He the fatal cause demands; 
Asks the work of his own hands, 
Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye cross his love, and die? 

2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why? 
He, who did your souls retrieve, 
Died himself, that ye might live. 
Will ye let him die in vain? 
Crucify your Lord again? 

Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
Will ye slight his grace, and die? 

3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? 
God, the Spirit, asks you why? 
He, who all your lives hath strove. 
Urged you to embrace his love. 
Will ye not his grace receive? 
Will ye still refuse to live? 

O ye dying sinners, why, 
Why will ye forever die? 

Charles Wesley. 


Tender Expostulation. 

SINNERS, turn, while God is near; 
Dare not think him insincere: 
Now, e'en now, your Saviour stands, 
All day long he spreads his hands; 
Cries, "Ye will not happy be; 
No, ye will not come to me, 
Me, who life to none deny: 
Why will ye resolve to die?" 

2 "Turn," he cries, "ye sinners turn' 
By his life, your God hath sworn. 
He would have you turn and live; 
He would all the world receive. 


If your death were his delight, 
Would he you to life invite? 
Would he ask, beseech, and cry, 
"Why will ye resolve to die?" 

3 What could your Redeemer do. 
More than he hath done for you? 
To procure your peace with God, 
Could he more than shed his blood? 
After all his flow of love. 
All his drawings from above, 
Why will ye your Lord deny? 
Why will ye resolve to die? 

Charles Wesley. 


Reteospeot of the Year. 

WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun 

Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run. 

Never more to meet us here: 
Fixed in an eternal state. 

They have done with all below; 
We a little longer wait, 

But how little — none can know. 

2 As the winged arrow flies 
Speedily the mark to find; 

As the lightning from the skies 
Darts, and leaves no trace behind, 

Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
Bear us down life's rapid stream; 

Upward, Lord, our spirits raise; 
All below is but a dream. 

3 Thanks for mercies past receive; 
Pardon of our sins renew: 

Teach us henceforth how to live 

With eternity in view: 
Bless thy word to young and old. 

Fill us with a Saviour's love; 
And when life's short tale is told. 

May we reign with thee above. 

J, Newton, 


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Dr. L. Mason, 


Till He Come. 


"TILL he come:" lot the words 
Linger on the trembling chords, 
Let the little while between 
In their golden light be seen; 
Let us think how heaven and home 
Lie beyond that — "Till he come." 

2 When the weary ones we love 
Enter on their re.«it above, 
Seems the earth so poor and vast. 
All our life-joy overcast? 

Hush, be every murmur dumb; 
It is only — "Till he come." 

3 See, the feast of love is spread. 
Drink the wine, and break the bread; 
Sweet memorials, — till the Lord 
Call us round his heavenly board; 
Some from earth, from glory some. 
Severed only— "Till he come." 

Edward H. Bickerstet. 

3 Hence may all our actions flow; 
Love the proof that Christ we know; 
Mutual love the token be, 
Lord, that we belong to thee: 
Love, thine image, love impart; 
Stan"ip it now on every heart: 
Only love to us be given: 
Lord, we ask no other heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 


Continued— The Saviour's Smile. 


Mutual Love the Bond of Union 

WHILE we walk with God in light, 
God our hearts doth still unite; 
Dearest fellowship we prove, 
Fellowship in Jesus' love: 
Sweetly each with each combined, 
In the bonds of duty joined. 
Feels the cleansing blood applied. 
Daily feels that Christ hath died. 

2 Still, O Lord, our faith increase, 
Cleanse from all unrighteousness: 
Thee the unholy cannot see; 
Make, O make us meet for thee: 
Every vile aiTection kill: 
Root out every seed of ill; 
Utterly abolish sin; 
■yVrite thy law of love within. 

WHY should we lament the lot 

Of a saint in Christ deceased? 
Let the world, who know us not, 

Call us hopeless and unblest: 
When from flesh the spirit, freed, 

Hastens homeward to return. 
Mortals cry, "A man is dead!" 

Angels sing, "A child is born!" 

2 Born into the world above. 

They our happy brother greet; 
Bear him to the throne of love, 

Place him at the Saviour's feet: 
Jesus smiles, and says, "Well done!" 

Good and faithful servant thou! 
Enter and receive thy crown; 

Reign with me triumphant now. 

3 Angels catch the approving sound, 

Bow, and bless the just award: 
Hail the heir with glory crowned. 

Now rejoicing with his Lord, 
Fuller joys ordained to know. 

Waiting for the general doom. 
When the. archangel's trump shall blow, 

"Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!" 
Charles Wesley. 

Hark, my Son! 


Har. by J. G. T. 

Hark, my soul, it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Sav - ior,hear his word 


Je - sus speaks, he speaks to thee, "Say, poor sin-ner, lovest thou me?" 



HARK, my soul, it is the Lord; 
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word. 
Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee: 
"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" 

2 "I delivered thee when bound, 

And, when bleeding, healed thy wound 
Sought thee wandering, set thee right. 
Turned thy darkness into light. 

3 "Can a mother's tender care 
Cease toward the child she bare? 
Yes, she may forgetful be, 

Yet will I remember thee. 

4 "Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above; 
Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

5 Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of faith is done; 
Partner of my throne shalt fee; 
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint 
That my love is weak and faint, 
Yet I love thee and adore: 

O for grace to love thee more! 

William Cowper. 


The Pilgrim's Song, 

CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 
As we journey let us sing; 
Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 We are traveling home to God, 
In the way our fathers trod; 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 O ye banished seed, be glad; 
Christ our Advocate is made: 


Us to save our flesh assumes, 
Brother to our souls becomes. 

i Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light; 
Zion's city is in sight: 
There our endless home shall be, 
There our Lord we soon shall see. 

5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand, 
On the borders of our land; 
Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, 
Bids us undismayed go on 

6 Lord! obediently we'll go, 
Gladly leaving all below: 
Only thou our leader be. 
And we still will follow thee. 

J. Cennick, 


Meeoy fob the Chief of Sinnees. 

DEPTH of mercy! can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me? 
Can my God his wrath forbear? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 

2 I have long withstood his grace; 
Long provoked him to his face; 
Would not hearken to his calls; 
Grieved him by a thousand falls. 

3 Now incline me to repent; 
Let me now my sins lament; 
Now my foul revolt deplore, 
Weep, believe and sin no more. 

4 Kindled his relentings are; 
Me he now delights to spare; 
Cries, "How shall I give thee up?" 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

5 There for me the Saviour stands; 
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands, 
God is love! I know, I feel; 

Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 

Charles Wesley. 


Toplady. 6 lines 7s. 

Dr. Thos. Hastings, 

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ROCK of ages, cleft for me. 

Let me hide myself in thee; 

Let the water and the blood, 

From thy wounded side which flowed, 

Be of sin the double cure, 

Save from wrath and make me pure. 

2 Could my tears forever flow, 
Could my zeal no languor know, 
These for sin could not atone; 
Thou must save and thou alone: 
In my hand no price I bring; 
Simply to the cross I cling. 

3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyes shall close in death. 
When I rise to worlds unknown, 
And behold thee on thy throne. 
Rock of ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in thee. 


7, 6 1. 

Come and Welcome. 
FROM the cross uplifted high. 
Where the Saviour deigns to die. 
What melodious sounds we hear 
Bursting on the ravished ear! 
"Lcve's redeeming work is done, 
Come and welcome, sinner, come! 
2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne, 
Why beneath thy burdens groan? 
X)n his pierced body laid, 
Justice owns the ransom paid; 
Bo-f the knee, embrace the Son, 
i.^:;^e and welcome, sinner, comel 

3 "Spread for thee, the festal board 
See with richest bounties stored; 
To thy Father's bosom pressed. 
Thou shalt be a child confessed, 
Never from his house to roam; 
Come and welcome, sinner, come!" 


I 6S« 

Fly to Jesus. 
WEARY souls, that wander wide 

From the central point of bliss, 
Turn to Jesus crucified; 

Fly to those dear wounds of his: 
Sink into the purple flood; 
Rise into the life of God. 

2 Find in Christ the way of peace, 
Peace unspeakable, unknown; 

By his pain he gives you ease, 
Life by his expiring groan: 
Rise exalted by his fall; 
Find in Christ your all in all. 

3 believe the record true, 
God to you his Son hath given; 

Ye may now be happy too, 

Find on earth the life of heavenj 
Live the life of heaven above. 
All the life of glorious love. 

4 This the universal bliss. 
Bliss for every soul designed; 

God's original promise this, 

God's great gift to all mankind: 
Blest in Christ this moment be, 
Blest to all eternity. 

Charles Wesiejf. 

Rosefield. 6 lines 7s, 


CuLSAit Ma LAN, 1830. 


7, 6 1. 

_ ,. . The PuBiiiOAN's Pbayer. 
SAVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race, 

See me from thy lofty throne; 
Give the sweet relenting grace; 

Soften this obdurate stone; 
Stone to flesh, O God, convert; 
Cast a look, and break my heart! 

2 By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove; 
All mine inmost sins reveal; 

Sins against thy light and love, 

Let me see, and let me feel; 
Sins that crucified my God, 
Spilt again thy precious blood. 

3 Jesus, seek thy wandering sheep; 
Make me restless to return; 

Bid me look on thee, and weep. 

Bitterly as Peter mourn: 
Till I say, by grace restored, 
"Now, thou knowest, I love thee Lord.' 

f)l>0 The Light of Life. 
O DISCLOSE thy lovely face! 

Quicken all my drooping powers; 
Gasps my fainting soul for grace, 

As a thirsty land for showers: 
Hasten, Lord, no more delay; 
Come, my Saviour, come away. 
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, 

Unaccompanied liy thee; 
Joyless i§ the day's return. 

Till thy mercy's beams I sec: 
Till thou inward life impart. 
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 

3 Visit then this soul of mine; 

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief,^ 
Fill me, Radiancy divine; 

Scatter all my unbelief: 
More and more thyself display, 
Shining to the perfect day. 


Christ Oub Exemplab. 


GO TO dark Gethsemane, 

Ye that feel the tempter's power; 
Your Redeemer's conflict see. 

Watch with him one bitter hour; 
Turn not from his griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 
2 Follow to the judgment-hall; 

View the Lord of life arraigned; 
O the wormwood and the gall! 

O the pangs his soul sustained! 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; 
Learn of him to bear the cross. 
8 Calvary's mournful mountain cliB>!» 

There, adoring at his feet, 
Mark that miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete: 
"It is finished!" hear him cry; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 
4 Early hasten to the tomb. 

Where they laid his breathless clay; 
All is solitude and gloom; 

Who hath taken him away? 
(^hrist is risen; he meets our eyes; 
Saviour, teach us so to rise! 

J. Moutf;<>iiu;>j 


Nnrembiirg. 6 lines 7s. 

J. Rahle, 1673. 

tr»J^ Entire CoNSEOEATioN. 
FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One in Three and Three in One, 
As by the celestial host. 

Let thy will on earth be done: 
Praise by all to thee be given, 
Glorious Lord of earth and heaven. 

3 If so poor a worm as I 
May to thy great glory live, 

All my actions sanctify. 

All my words and thoughts receive; 
Claim me for thy service, claim 
All I have, and all 1 am. 

4 Take my soul and body's powers; 
Take my memory, mind, and will; 

All my goods, and all my hours; 

All I know, and all I feel; 
All I think, or speak, or do; 
Take my heart, but make it new. 

5 Now, O God, thine own I am; 
Now I give thee back thine own; 

Freedom, friends, and health, and fame. 

Consecrate to thee alone: 
Thine I live, thrice happy I! 
Happier still if thine I die. 

1 OO What Sin Hath Done. 
HEARTS of stone, relent, relent! 

Break, by Jesus' cross subdue; 
See his body mangled, rent. 

Stained and covered with his blood! 
S.nful soul, what hast thou done? 
Crucified the eternal Son. 

2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed; 
Driven the nails that fixed him thero, 

Crowned with thorns his sacred head; 

Plunged into his side the spear: 
Made his soul a sacrifice. 
While for sinful man he dies. 

3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain? 
Still to death thy Lord pursue? 

Open all his wounds again, 

And the shameful cross renew? 
No; with all my sins I'll part; 
Saviour, take my broken heart. 


Hand in Hand to Heaven. 

7,6 1. 

CENTER of our hopes thou art; 

End of our enlarged desires; 
Stamp thine image on our heart; 

Fill us now with heavenly fires: 
Joined to thee by love divine, 
Seal our souls forever thine. 

2 All our works in thee be wrought, 
Leveled at one common aim: 

Every word and every thought 
Purge in the refining flame: 
Lead us through the paths of peace, 
On to perfect holiness. 

3 Let us all together rise. 

To thy glorious life restored; 
Here regain our Paradise, 

Here prepare to meet our Lord: 
Here enjoy the earnest given: 
Travel hand in hand to heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 

Aletta. 6 lines 7s. 


Wm. B. Bradbttry, 1853. 

O O «/ Help or I Perisd. 

BY THY birth, and by thy tears; 
By thy human griefs and fears; 
By thy conflict in the hour 
Of the subtle tempter's power, 
Saviour, look with pitying eye; 
Saviour, help me, or I die. 

2 By the tenderness that wept 
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; 
By the bitter tears that flowed 
Over Salem's lost abode. 
Saviour, look with pitying eye; 
Saviour, help me, or I die. 

3 By thy lonely hour of prayer; 
By the fearful conflict there; 
By thy cross and dying cries; 
By thy one great sacrifice, 
Saviour, look with pitying eye; 
Saviour, help me, or I die. 

4 By thy triumph o'er the grave; 
By thy power the lost to save; 
By thy high, majestic throne; 
By the empire all thine own. 
Saviour, look with pitj'ing eye; 
Saviour, help me, or I die. 


The Spirit of God in You. 
ABBA, Father, hear thy child, 
Late in Jesus reconciled; 
Hear, and all the graces shower, 
All the joy, and peace, and power; 
All my Saviour asks above. 
All the life and heaven of love. 

7, 6 1. 

2 Lord, I will not let thee go 
Till the blessing thou bestow: 
Hear my Advocate divine: 
Lo! to his my suit I join: 
•Joined to his, it cannot fail: 
Bless me; for I will prevail. 

^\}0 Safely THROUGH Another Webk. 

SAFELY through another week, 
God has brought us on our way; 

Let us now a blessing seek, 
Waiting in his courts to-day: 

Day of all the week the best. 

Emblem of eternal rest, 

2 While we pray for pardoning grace 
Through the dear Redeemer's nanj«. 

Show thy reconciled face. 

Take away our sin and shame; 
From our worldly cares set free. 
May we rest this day in thee. 

3 Here we come thy name to praise; 
May we feel thy presence near: 

May thy glory meet our eyes, 

While we in thy house appear. 
Hero afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May thy Gospel's joyful sound, 
Conquer sinners, comfort saints; 

Make the fruits of grace abound, 
Bring relief for all complaints: 
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we join the Church above. 

John Newton. 


Zion. 8g, 7s & 4gi 

Dr. Titos. Hastings, 18.T0. 





Heavenly Joy Anticipated. 

IN thy name, O Lord, assembling, 
We, thy people, now draw near: 

Teach us to rejoice with trembling; 
Speak, and let thy servants hear; 

Hear with meekness. 
Hear thy word with godly fear. 

2 While our days on earth are length- 
May we give them. Lord, to thee: 
Cheered by hope and daily strengthened. 
May we run, nor weary be; 

Till thy glory 
Without cloud in heaven we see. 

3 There, in worship purer, sweeter. 

All thy people shall adore; 
Sharing then in rapture greater 
Than they could conceive before: 
Full enjoyment, 
Full and pure, for evermore. 

Thomas Kelly. 


Hallelujah! God Appears on 
Earth TO Reign. 

LO! HE comes with clouds descending, 
Once for favored sinners slain; 

Thousand, thousand saints, attending, 
Swell the triumph of his train: 

God appears on earth to reign. 

2 Every eye shall now behold him 
Robed in dreadful majesty; 

Those who set at naught and sold him, 
Pierced and nailed him to the tree; 
Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 

3 All the tokens of his passion 
Still his dazzling body bears; 

Cause of endless exultation 
To his ransomed worshipers; 

With what rapture 
Gaze we on- those glorious scars. 

4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee, 
High, on thine eternal throne; 

Saviour, take the power and glory; 
Make thy righteous sentence known: 

Jah! Jehovah! 
Claim the kingdom for thine own. 

^'"■^rles Wesley, 

Happy Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s. 151 

By permission. I. B. Woodbury. 18—. 

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Hee Enemies Confounded. 

ZION stands with hills surrounded, 

Zion kept by power divine: 
All her foes shall be confounded, 

Though the world in arms combine: 
Happy Zion, 
What a favored lot is thine! 

2 Every human tie may perish; 
Friend to friend unfaithful prove; 

Mothers cease their own to cherish; 
Heaven and earth at last remove; 

But no changes 
Can attend Jehovah's love. 

3 In the furnace God may prove thee. 
Thence to liring thee forth more bright, 

But can never cease to love thee; 
Thou art precious in his sight: 

God is with thee, 
God, thine everlasting light. 

Lead me all my journey through: 

Strong Deliverer, 
Be thou still my strength and shield. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside: 
Bear me through the swelling current: 
Land me safe on Canaan's side: 

Songs of praises 
I will ever give to thee. 

W. Williams. 

3, 7. 4. 


homas Kelly. 
8, 7, 4, 
Guide and Guabd Me. 

GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 
Pilgrim through this barren land: 

1 am weak — but thou art mighty; 
Hold me with thy powerful hand: 

Bread of heaven. 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2 Open now the crystal fountain. 
Whence the healing waters flow; 

liet the fiery, cloudy pillar, 


It Is Finished. 

HARK! the voice of love and mercy 
Sounds aloud from Calvary; 

See! it rends the rocks asunder. 
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky; 

"It is finished": 
Hear the dying Saviour cry. 

2 It is finished! O what pleasure 
Do these precious words afford! 

Heavenly blessings, without measure, 
Flow to us from Christ the Lord. 

It is finished: 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs; 
Join to sing the pleasing theme; 

All o_i earth, and all in heaven. 
Join to j)raise Immanuel's name; 
It is finished: 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 

J. Evans. 

152 Sicilian Hymn. 6s, 7s & 4g. 



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God Is in the Midst of Her. 

GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God; 
He whose word cannot be broken, 

Formed thee for his own abode; 
On the Rock of ages founded. 

What can shake thy sure repose? 
With salvation's walls surrounded. 

Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. 

2 See the streams of living waters. 
Springing from eternal love. 

Still supply thy sons and daughters. 
And all fear of want remove: 

Who can faint while such a river 
Ever flows our thirst to assuage? 

Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver. 
Never fails from age to age. 

3 Round each habitation hovering, 
See the cloud and fire appear! 

For a glory and a covering, 
Showing that the Lord is near: 

He who gives us daily manna, 
He who listens when we cry. 

Let him hear the loud Hosanna 
Rising to his throne on high. 

J. Newton. 

1 i\ 8, 7. 

± \J God of Grace. 

PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven; 
To his feet thy tribute bring; 

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, 
Who like me his praise should sing? 
Praise him! Praise him! 
Praise the everlasting King! 

2 Praise him for his grace and favor 
To our fathers in distress; 

Praise him, still the same forever, 
Slow to chide, and swift to bless; 
Praise him! Praise him! 
Glorious in his faithfulness! 

3 Father-like he tends and spares us. 
Well our feeble frame he knows; 

In his hands he gently bears us, 
Rescues us from all our foes: 
Praise him! Praise him! 
Widely as his mercy flows! 

Henry Francis Lyte. 


God Her Everlasting Light. 

HEAR what God the Lord hath spokenr 

O my people faint and few, 
Comfortless, afflicted, broken, 

Fair abodes I build for you: 
Scenes of heartfelt tribulation 

Shall no more perplex your ways; 
You shall name your walls salvation, 

And your gates shall all be praise. 

2 Ye, no more your suns descending. 

Waning moons no more shall see; 
But, your griefs forever ending. 

G-uide TJs, Savior. 8s, 7s & 4s. 


Wm. B. Bradbury, 



Find eternal noon in me: 
God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, 

Change to day the gloom of night; 
He, the Lord, shall be your glory, 

God your everlasting light. 

W, Cowper. 


Savioub, Like a Shepherd Lead 


SAVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us: 
Much we need thy tender care; 

In thy pleasant pastures feed us, 
For our use thy folds prepare. 
Blessed Jesus! 

Thou hast bought us, thine we are. 

2 We are thine: do thou befriend us, 
Be the guardian of our way ; 

Keep thy flock, from sin defend us. 
Seek us when we go astray. 

Blessed -Jesus! 
Hear thy children when they pray. 

3 Thou hast promised to receive us, 
Poor and sinful though we be; 

Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 
Grace to cleanse, and power to free. 

Blessed Jesus! 
Let us early turn to thee. 


1 Early let us seek thy favor, 
Early let us do thy will; 

Holy Lord, our only Saviour, 
With thy grace our bosoms fill. 

Blessed Jesus! 
Thou hast loved us, love us still. 

Dorothy A. Thrupp. (?) 


Gently Lead Us. 

7, 4. 

GENTLY, Lord, O gently lead us 
Through this gloomy vale of tears; 

And, O Lord, in mercy give us 
Thy rich grace in all our fears. 

O refresh us, 
Traveling through this wilderness. 

2 When temptation's darts assail us, 
When in devious paths we stray, 

Let thy goodness never fail us, 
Lead us in thy perfect way. 

3 In the hour of pain and anguish. 

In the hour when death draws near. 
Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
Suffer not our souls to fear. 

4 When this mortal life is ended, 
Bid us in thine arms to rest. 

Till, by angel-bands attended, 
We awake among the blest. 

Thomas Hastings- 


Madrid. 8s & 7s. 

From Marechio. 


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The Ceoss Taken. 

JESUS, I my cross have taken, 

All to leave and follow thee; 
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken. 

Thou from hence my all shalt be. 
Perish every fond ambition; 

All I've sought and hoped, and known; 
Yet how rich is my condition! 

God and heaven are still my own, 

2 Let the world despise and leave me. 
They have left my Saviour, too; 

Human hearts and looks deceive me; 

Thou art not, like man, untrue: 
And while thou shalt smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love and might, 
Foes may hate, and friends disown me: 

Show thy face, and all is bright. 

3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! 
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain! 

In thy service, pain is pleasure; 

With thy favor, loss is gain. 
I have called thee, "Abba Father"; 

I have set my heart on thee: 
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather 

All must work for good to me. 

4 Man may trouble and distress me, 
'Twill but drive me to thy breast; 

Life with trials hard may press me. 
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 

O 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
While thy love is left to me; 

O 'twere not in joy to charm me. 
Were that joy unmixed with thee. 

5 Know, my soul, thy full salvation; 
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; 

Joy to find in every station 
Something still to do or bear. 

Think what Spirit dwells within thee; 
What a Father's smile is thine; 

What a Saviour died to win thee: 
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 

6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; 
Heaven's eternal day's before thee, 

God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, — 

Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, 
Hope shall change to glad fruition. 

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
Henry F. Lyte. 

117 S' '• 

111 OuE Paschal Lamb. 
HAIL, thou once despised Jesus! 

Hail, thou Galilean King! 
Thou didst suifer to release us; 

Thou didst free salvation bring. 
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer of our sin and shame! 
By thy merits we find favor; 

Life is given through thy name. 

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
All our sins on thee were laid: 

By almighty love anointed, 
Thou hast full atonement made. 
All thy x)eople are forgiven, 

Through the virtue of thy blood; 
Opened is the gate of heaven; 

Peace is made with man and God. 

3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, 
There forever to abide; 

All the heavenly hosts adore thee, 

Seated at thy Father's side: 
There for sinners thou art pleading; 

There thou dost our place prepare: 
Ever for us interceding. 

Till in glory we appear. 

4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing. 
Thou art worthy to receive; 

Loudest praises, without ceasing, 

Meet it is for us to give. 
Help, ye bright angelic spirits; 

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; 
Help to sing our Saviour's merits; 

Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 

J. BakeweU. 

Harwell. 8s & 7s. 


Dr. L. Mason. 







8, 7, 4. 
Cbown the Saviour. 
LOOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious, 

See the Man of sorrows now; 
From the fight returned victorious, 
Every knee to him shall bow: 

Crown him, crown him; 
Crowns become the Victor's brow. 

2 Crown the Saviour, angels crown him; 
Rich the trophies' Jesus brings: 

In the seat of power enthrone him. 
While the vault of heaven rings: 
Crown him, crown him; 
Crown the Saviour King of kings. 

3 Sinners in derision crowned him, 
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; 

Saints and angels crowd around him, 
Own his title, praise his name: 

Crown him, crown him; 
Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 

4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation! 
Hark, those loud triumphant chords! 

Jesus takes the highest station: 
O what joy the sight affords! 

Crown him, crown him. 
King of kings and Lord of lords. 

Thomas Kelly. 

8, 7, 4. 
Wk Shall Appear with Him in 

LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus, 
Partners in his patience here: 

Christ to all believers precious, 
Lord of lords shall soon appear: 

Mark the tokens 
Of his heavenly kingdom near. 

2 sun and moon are both confounded, 

Darkened into endless night. 
When with angel-hosts surrounded 

In his Father's glory bright, 
Beams the Saviour, 

Shines the everlasting light. 


See the stars from heaven falling; 
Hark, on earth the doleful cry. 
Men on rocks and mountains calling, 
While the frowning Judge draws nigh; 

Hide us, hide us, 
Rocks and moun-^=ains, from his eyel 

4 With what different exclamation 
Shall the saints his banner see! 

By the tokens of his passion, 
By the marks received for me: — 

AH discern him: 
All with shouts cry out,— 'Tis he! 

5 Yes, the prize shall then be given, 
We his open face shall see; 

Love, the earnest of our heaven, 
Love, our full reward shall be; 

Love shall crown us 
Kings through all eternity! 

Charles Wesley, 

Jesus Viotok over Death. 



COMB, ye saints, look here and wonder- 
See the place where Jesus lay ' 

He has burst his bands asunder; 
He has borne our sins away; 

Joyful tidings! 
Yes, the Lord has risen to-day. 

2 Jesus triumphs! sing ye praises; 

By his death he overcame: 
Thus the Lord his glory raises, 

Thus he fills his foes with shame: 
Sing ye praises! 

Praises to the Victor's name. 

Jesus triumphs! countless legions 
Come from heaven to meet their King; 
Soon, in yonder blessed regions. 
They shall join his praise to sing: 

Songs eternal 
Shall through heaven's high arches ring 
Thomas Kelly. 

Nettleton. 8s & 7s. 

A. Nr.TTi.KtON, 

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O v) O Hear and Live. 

SINNERS, will you scorn the message. 

Sent in mercy from aVjove? 
Every sentence, O how tender! 

Every line is full of love: 
Listen to it; 

Every line is full of love. 

2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel 
News from Zion's King proclaim: 

"Pardon to each rebel sinner, 
Free forgiveness in his name. 

How important! 
"Free forgiveness in his name:' 

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor; 
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, 

And, with news of consolation, 
Chase away the falling tears: 

Tender heralds! 
Chase away the falling tears. 

4 O ye angels, hovering round us, 
Waiting spirits, speed your way: 

Haste ye to the court of heaven, 
Tidings bear without delay: 

Rebel sinners 
Glad the message will obey. 

1 O D Guide and Comfobtee. 
HOLY Spirit! Fount of blessing, 

Ever watchful, ever kind; 
Thy celestial aid possessmg. 

Prisoned souls deliverance find. 
Seal of truth, and bond of union, 

Source of light and flame of love. 
Symbol of divine communion, 

In the olive-bearing dove; 

2 Heavenly Guide from paths of error, 
Comforter of minds distressed,' 

When the billows fill with terror 

Pointing to an ark of rest: 
Promised Pledge! eternal Spirit! 

Greater than all gifts below, _ 
May our hearts thy grace inherit; 

May our lips thy glories show. 


The Invitation. 
COME, ye sinners, poor and needy, 

Weak and wounded, sick and sore; 
Jesus ready stands to save you. 
Full of pity, love and power: 

He is able. 
He is willing: doubt no more. 

2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome; 
God's free bounty glorify; 

True belief and true repentance. 
Every grace that brings you nigh; 

Without money. 
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger, 
Nor of fitness fondly dream; 

All the fitness he requireth 
Is to feel your need of him: 

This he gives you, 
'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 
Bruised and mangled by the fall; 
If you tarry till you're better 

You will never come at all: 
Not the righteous. 
Sinners Jesus came to call. 

5 Agonizing in the garden, 
Your Redeemer prostrate lies; 

On the bloody tree behold him! 
Hear him cry, before he dies. 

It is finished! 
Sinners, will not this suffice? 

6 Lo! the incarnate God, ascending. 
Pleads the merit of his blood: 

Venture on him, venture freely; 
Let no other trust intrude: 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

7 Saints and angels, joined in concert, 
Sing the praises of the Lamb; 

While the blissful seats of heaven 
Sweetly echo with his name: 

Sinners here may do the same. 

Invitation. 8s, 7s & 4s. 





The Judgment-Day. 

DAY of judgment, day of wonders! 

Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 

Shakes the vast creation round: 
How the summons 

Will the sinner's heart confound! 

2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, 
Clothed in majesty divine! 

You who long for his appearing. 
Then shall say, "This God is mine": 

Glorious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine! 

3 At his call the dead awaken, 
Rise to life from earth and sea; 

All the powers of nature, shaken 
By his voice, prepare to flee: 

Careless sinner, 
What will then become of thee? 

4 But to those who have confessed. 
Loved and served the Lord below, 

He will say, "Come near, ye blessed; ' 
See the kingdom I bestow: 

You forever 
Shall my love and glory know." 

John Newton. 

8, 7. 


God's Peoteotion. 

CALL Jehovah thy salvation. 

Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; 
In his secret habitation 

Dwell, nor ever be dismayed; 
There no tumult can alarm thee, 

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare; 
Guile nor violence can harm thee. 

In eternal safety there. 

2 From the sword at noon-day wasting, 

From the noisome pestiloncc", 
In the depth of midnight blasting, 

God shall be thy sure defence; 
Fear thou not the deadly quiver. 

When a thousand feel the blow; 
Mercy shall thy soul deliver. 

Though ten thousand be laid low. 

3 Since, with pure and firm affection, 

Thou on God hast set thy love. 
With the wings of his protection. 

He will shield thee from above: 
Thou shalt call on him in trouble, 

He will hearken, he will save; 
Here for grief reward thee double. 

Crown with life beyond the grave. 

James Montgomery. 

^ o r 8, 7. 

0»70 Tedst IN Sorrow. 

LORD of life, when foes assail us, 

And our hearts are bowed in pain, 
Earthly friends cannot deliver; 

Swords and bucklers, are all vain. 
Be our buckler, thou whose pity 

Bore the shame upon the tree: 
Man of sorrows! in our sorrows 

We can only trust in thee. 

2 On the darkly heaving billows. 
Thou didst walk, and they were still; 

Thou canst stay the ills that press us, 
They are servants to thy will. 

Thou alone art King of nations, 
Lord of life and victory: 

Man of sorrows! in our sorrows 
We can only trust in thee. 

3 O subdue our heart's rebellion. 
That we faint not, nor repine; 

Nought of evil can befall us, 

That comes down from hand of thine. 
May we, like thy grcaf disoiple, 

Meet thee on the swelling sea: 
Man of sorrows! in our sorrows 

We can only trust in thee. 

H. Dodds 


Let me Go. 


Jesus Calls Me. 

8, 7. 

JESUS calls me; I am going 

Where he opens up my way, 
To the toiling of his vineyard, 

Shrinking not a single day. 
Friends may shun me, toil await me, 

Care and sorrow be my lot; 
But I've chosen Christ my Saviour, 

I am going, call me not. 

2 Jesus calls me; I am going 
To the life prepared for me. 

This poor world can't fill the aching 

Of my heart, or set it free. 
O what anxious, bitter sorrow. 

Does the world give with its strife; 
But with Jesus— O what glory! 

Ending in eternal life. 

3 Jesus calls me; I am going 
To the washing of his blood, 

Healing now and purifying 
All who test the crimson flood. 

Flesh may cry, Not now — to-morrow; 
Idols rise with wonted power; 

Jesus, help me, come and help me! 
Jesus, take me hour by hour. 

4 Jesus calls me; I am going; 
Friends and neighbors, come with me. 

Hasten now and gain salvation. 
For the fountain's full and free; 

Test the grace that Christ now offers; 
Know the worth of this new life; 

Rise to all the bliss immortal. 
Far beyond this world of strife. 

L. Hartsough. 

-fH / l) The New Creation. 

LOVE divine, all love excelling, 

Joy of heaven to earth come down, 
Fix in us thy humble dwelling; 

All thy faithful mercies crown. 
Jesus, thou art all compassion; 

Pure, unbounded love thou art; 
Visit us with thy salvation; 

Enter every trembling heart. 

2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit 
Into every troubled breast; 

Let us all in thee inherit; 

Let us find that second rest. 
Take away our bent to sinning; 

Alpha and Omega be; 
End of faith, as its beginning, 

Set our hearts at liberty, 

3 Come, Almighty to deliver, ■ 
Let us all thy life receive. 

Suddenly return, and never, 
Never more thy temples leave: 

Thee we would be always blessing; 
Serve thee as thy hosts above; 

Pray, and praise thee without ceasing; 
Glory in thy perfect love. 

4 Finish then thy new creation, 
Pure and spotless let us be; 

Let us see thy great salvation, 

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Perfectly restored in thee: 
Changed from glory into glory, 

Till in heaven we take our place, 
Till we cast our crowns before thee. 

Lost in wonder, love and praise. 

Charles Wesley. 



1 AM waiting by the river. 

And my heart has waited long; 
Now I think I hear the chorus 

Of the angel's welcome song; 
Oh! I see the dawn is breaking 

On the hill tops of the blest, 
"Where the wicked cease from troubling. 

And the weary are at rest." 

2 Far away beyond the shadows 
Of this weary vale of tears. 

There the tide of bliss is sweeping 
Thro' the bright and changeless years; 

Oh! I long to be with Jesus, 
In the mansions of the blest, 

^'Where the wicked cease from troubling 
A.nd the weary be at rest." 

3 They are launching on the river. 
From the calm and quiet shore. 

And they soon will bear my spirit * 
Where the weary sigh no more; 

For the tide is swiftly flowing. 
And I long to greet the blest, 

"Where the wicked cease from troubling 
And the weary be at rest." 


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YE who know your sins forgiven. 

And are happy in the Lord, 
Have you read the gracious promise 

Which is left upon record? 
I will sprinkle you with water, 

I will cleanse you from all sin; 
Sanctify and make you holy; 

I will come and dwell within. 

2 Though you have much peace and com- 


Greater things you yet may find; 
Freedom from unholy tempers. 

Freedom from the carnal mind. 
To procure your full salvation, 

Jesus suffer'd, groan'd, and died 
On the cross: the healing fountain 

Gushed from his wounded side. 

3 Come, ye hungry, thirsty children. 
Seek, O seek, this holy state; 

None but holy ones can enter 
Through the pure celestial gate. 

Can you bear the thought of losing 
All the joys that are above. 

When, by simple faith in Jesus, 
You may know his perfect love? 

4 Be as holy and as happy, 
And as useful here below, 

As it is your Father's pleasure, — 

Jesus only Jesus know. 
Spread, O spread the holy fire; 

Meekly tell what God has done; 
Till all nations are conformed 

To the image of his Son. 

5 Rouse up, brother, rouse up, sister, 
Seek, O seek, this holy state; 

None but holy ones can enter. 
Through the pure celestial gate. 

Can you bear the thought of losing 
All the joys that are above? 

No, my brother, no, my sister, 

God will perfect you in love. 

6 May a mighty sound from hcaveiv, 
Suddenly come rushing down; 

Cloven tongues like as of fire. 

May they set on all around, 
() may every soul lie filled 

With the Holy (Jhost to-day; 
He is coming, he is coming; 

O prepare, prepare the way. 

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HiTHEETO Hath xhe Lord Helped 

COME, thou Fount of every blessing, 

Tune my heart to sing thy grace: 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 

Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet. 

Sung by flaming tongues above: 
Praise the mount — I am fixed upon it, 

Mount of thy redeeming love! 

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer; 

Hither by thy help I'm come; 
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
05 to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I'm constrained to be! 
Let thy goodness, like a fetter. 

Bind my grateful heart to thee. 

3 Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God; 
He, to rescue me from danger. 

Interposed his precious blood. 
On the cross he died to savetne, 

' Rose to plead my cause above; 
Henceforth all my life I give thee, 

Vantiuished by such wondrous love, 
R. Robinson, Alt. 

30 8, 7, 4. 

fj Fob the Fullness of Peace and Jos 

LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; 

Let us each thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace; 

Oh! refresh us. 
Traveling through this wilderness. 

2 Thanks we give and adoration. 
For thy Gospel's joyful sound; 

May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound; 

May thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 

3 So^whene'er the signal's given 
Us from earth to call away. 

Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
Glad the summons to oljey. 
May we ever 
Reign with Christ in endless day. 

Walter Shirley. 

OO Dismission. 

LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing; 

Bid us now depart in peace; 
Still on heavenly manna feeding, 

Let our faith and love increase: 
Fill each breast with consolation: 

Up to thee our hearts we raise: 
When we reach our blissful station. 

Then we'll give thee nobler praise. 

Edwin Suiythe. 

I Will Praise Thee. 


Arr. and Har. by J. G. F. p. 

1. O thou God of my sal -va-tion;My Re-deemer from all sin;> 

Moved by thy di - vine com-pas-sion, Who has died my heart to win. ) 

D. c. I will praise thee, I will praise thee; Where shall I thy praise begin ? 

I will praise thee, I will praise thee ; Where shall I thy praise begin ? 
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THOU God of my salvation, 
My Kedeemer from all sin; 

Moved by thy divine compassion. 
Who hast died my heart to win, 

I will praise thee: 
Where shall I thy praise begin? 

2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour; 
He hath brought salvation near; 

Manifests his pardoning favor; 
And when J esus doth appear. 

Soul and body 
Shall his glcnous image bear. 

3 While the angel choirs are crying, 
"Glory to the great I AM," 

1 with them will still be vying; 
Glory! Glory to the Lamb! 

O how precious 
Is the sound of Jesus' name! 

4 Angels LiyW are hovering round us, 
Unperceived amid the throng; 

Wondering at the love that crowned us: 
Glad to join the holy song: 

Love and praise to Christ belong! 

5 Now I see with joy and wonder. 
Whence the gracious spring arose; 

Angel minds are lost to ponder 
Dying love's mysterious cause: 

Yet the blessing, 
.Down to all, to me it flows. 


6 This hath set me all on fire, 

Strongly glows the tlaine of love; 
Higher mounts my soul, and high(;r, 
Struggles for its swift remove: 

Then I'll praise him 
In a nobler strain above. 

T. Olivers. 


Worldly Pleasures Renounced. 

VAIN are all terrestrial pleasures; 

Mixed with dross the purest gold; 
Seek we then for heavenly treasures, 

Treasures never waxing old. 
Let our best affections center 

On the things around the throne: 
There no thief can ever enter; 

Moth and rust are there unknown. 

3 Earthly joys no longer please us; 

Here would we renounce them all; 
Seek our only rest in Jesus, 

Him our Lord and Master call. 
Faith, our languid spirits cheering, ' 

Points to brighter worlds above; 
Bids us look for his appearing; 

Bids us triumph in his love. 

3 May our lights be always burning, 

And our loins be girded round, 
Waiting for our Lord's returning, 

Longing for the welcome sound. 
Thus the Christian life adorning, 

Never need we be afraid. 
Should he come at night or morning, 

Early dawn or evening shade. 

161 L. E. Ford. 


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HOLY Ghost! dispel our sadness; 

Pierce the clouds of nature's night; 
Come, thou Source of joy and gladness, 

Breathe tliy life, and spread thy light. 

2 From the height which knows no meas- 

As a gracious shower descend, 
Bringing down the richest treasure 
Man can wish, or God can send. 

3 Hear, O hear our supplication. 
Blessed Spirit! God of peace! 

Rest upon this congregation 
With the fullness of thy grace. 

4 Author of our new creation, 
May we all thine influence prove: 

Make our souls thy habitation, 
Shed abroad the Saviour's love. 

5 Source of sweetest consolation, 
Breathe thy peace on all l)elow; 

Bless, O bless this congregation; 
On each soul thy grace bestow! 

P. Gerhard t. Alt. by Toplady. 

I O Casting oue Ceowns before Him. 

"WE shall see him," in our nature, 

Seated on his holy throne, 
Loved, adored, by every creature. 

Owned as God, and God alone! 

2 There the hosts of shining spirits 
Strike their harps, and loudly sing 

To the praise of Jesus' merits, 
To the glory of their King. 

3 When we pass o'er death's dark river, 
"We shall see him as he is," 

Resting in his love and favor. 
Owning all the glory his, 

4 There to cast our crowns before him, 
O what bliss the thought affords! 

There forever to adore him. 
King of kings, and Lord of lords! 


TnE WiDENESS OF God's Mebcy. 

THERE'S a wideness in God's mercy. 
Like the wideness of the sea: 

There's a kindness in his justice, 
AVhich is more than liberty. 

2 There is welcome for the sinner, 
And more graces for the good; 

There is mercy with the Saviour; 
There is healing in his Ijlood. 

! For the love of God is broader 
Than the measure of man's mind; 

And the. heart of the Eternal 
Is most wonderfully kind. 

i If our love were but more simple, 
We should take him at his word; 

And our lives woidd be all sunshine 
In the sweetness of our Lord. 

Frederick W. Fabor. 

8, 7. 


Glorying in the Ceoss. 

IN the cross of Christ I glory, 
Towering o'er the wrecks of time; 

All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 

Never shall the cross forsake me; 
Still it glows with peace and joy. 

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
Light and love upon my way, 

From the cross the radiance streaming 
Adds more lustre to the day. 

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure. 
By the cross are sanctified; 

Peace is there, that knows no measure, 
Joys that evermore abide. 

Sir. J, Bowering. 

Even Me. 

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'Let Him Come. 

HARK! the Saviour's voice from heaven 
Speaks a pardon full and free; 

Come, and thou shalt be forgiven; 

Boundless mercy flows for thee, 

Even thee. 

2 See the healing fountain springing 
From the Saviour on the tree; 

Pardon, peace, and cleansing bringing. 
Lost one, loved one, 'tis for thee, 
Even thee. 

3 Hear his love and mercy speaking, 
"Come and lay thy soul on me; 

Though thy heart for sin be breaking, 
I have rest and peace for thee, 
Even thee!" 

4 Sinner, come to Jesus; flying, 
From thy sin and woe be free; 

Burdened, guilty, wounded, dying, 

Gladly will he welcome thee, 

Even thee! 

5 Every sin shall be forgiven; 

Thou, through grace a child shalt be, 
Child of God, and heir of heaven; 

Yes a mansion waits for thee, 
Even thee! 

6 Then in love forever dwelling, 

Jesus all thy joy shall lie; 
And thy song shall still be telling • 
All his mercy did for thee. 
Even thee ! 

James Montgomery. 


Even Me. 

LORD, I hear of showers of blessing 
Thou art scattering full and free; 

Showers the thirsty land refreshing; 
Let some drops now fall on me, 
Even me. 

2 Pass me not, O God, my Father, 
Sinful though my heart may be; 

Thou might'st leave me, but the rather 
Let thy mercy light on me: 
Even me. 

:> Pass me not, O gracious Saviour, 
Let me live and cling to thee; 

I am longing for thy favor: 
Whilst thou'rt calling, oh! call me; 
Even me. 

i Pass me not, O mighty Spirit; 

Thou canst make the blind to see; 
Testify of Jesus' merit, 

Speak the word of power to me: 
Even me. 

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, 
Long been slighting, grieving thee? 

Has the world my heart been keeping? 
O forgive and rescue me! 
Even me. 

6 Love of God, so pure and changeless; 
Blood of Christ so rich and free: 

Grace of God, so strong and boundless, 
Magnify it all in me: 
Even me. 

7 Pass me not, thy lost one bringing. 
Bind my heart, O Lord, to thee; 

Whilst the streams of life are springing. 
Blessing others, oh! bless me: 
Even me. 

Mrs, E, Codijer, 



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Beeeavement and Resignation 

JESUS, while our lioarts arc Ijleeding 
O'er the spoils tliat death has won, 

We would at this solemn meeting, 
Calmly say. Thy will be done. 

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken; 
Though afflicted, not alone: 

Thou didst give, and thou hast taken; 
Blessed Lord, Thy will be done. 

3 Though to-day we're filled with mourn- 

Mercy still is on the throne; 
With thy smiles of love returning, 
We can sing, Thy will be done. 

4 By thy hands the boon was given; 
Thou hast taken but thine own: 

Lord of earth, and God of heaven, 
Evermore, thy will be done. 

T. Hastings. 


The Spirit's Quickening Influ- 

COME, thou everlasting Spirit, 

Bring to every thankful mind 
All the Saviour's dying merit, 

All his sufferings for mankind: 
True recorder of his passion, 

Now the living faith impart; 
Now reveal his great salvation 

Unto every faithful heart. 

2 Come, thou Witness of his dying; 

Come Remembrancer divine; 
Let us feel thy power applying 

Christ to every soul, and mine: 
Let us groan thine inward groaning: 

Look on him we pierced, and grieve; 
All partake the grace atoning, 

All the sprinkled blood receive. 

The Tbue Light. 

LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling 
Borders on the shades of death, 

Come, and, by thyself revealing, 
Dissipate the clouds beneath. 

2 Thou, new heaven and earth's Creator, 
In our deepest darkness rise; 

Scattering all the night of nature, 
Pouring day upon our eyes. 

3 Still we wait for thine appearing: 
Life and joy thy beams impart. 

Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
Every poor, benighted heart. 

4 Come, extend thy wonted favor 
To our ruined, guilty race; 

Come, thou blest, exalted Saviour; 
Come, apply thy saving grace. 

5 By thine all-atoning merit. 
Every burdened soul release; 

By the teachings of thy Spirit, 
Guide us into perfect peace. 

Charles Wesley. 

OlMJ In Deep Affliction. 
FULL of trembling expectation. 

Feeling much, and fearing more, 
Mighty God of my salvation, 

I thy timely aid implore. 

2 Suffering Son of man, be near me, 
In my sufferings to sustain; 

By thy sorer griefs to cheer me. 
By thy more than mortal pain. 

3 By thy most severe temptation 
In that dark Satanic hour; 

By thy last mysterious passion, 
Screen me from the adverse power. 

4 By thy fainting in the garden. 
By thy dreadful death, I pray. 

Write upon my heart the pardon; 
Take my sins and fears away. 

Charles Wesley. 


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Before His Cross. 

8, 7, 

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 
Which before thy throne I spend: 

Life, and health, and peace possessing, 
From the sinner's dying Friend. 

2 Truly blessed is this station, 
Low before his cross to lie, 

While I see divine compassion 
Beaming in his gracious eye. 

3 Here it is I find my heaven 
While upon the cross I gaze; 

Love I much? I've much forgiven; 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

4 Love and grief my heart dividing 
With my tears his feet I'll bathe; 

Constant still, in faith abiding. 
Life deriving from his death. 

5 Herein tender, grateful sorrow, 
With my Saviour will I stay; 

Here new hope and strength will borrow; 
Here will love my fears away. 

Jas. Allen, Alt. by Walter Shirley. 


The Desire of Nations. 

COME, thou long-expected Jesus, 
Born to set thy people free; 

From our fears and sins release us, 
Let us find our rest in thee. 

2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, 
Hope of all the earth thou art; 

Dear Desire of every nation, 
Joy of every longing heart. 

3 Born thy people to deliver, 
Born a child, and yet a King, 

Born to reign in us forever, 
Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 

4 By thine own eternal Spirit, 
Rule in all our hearts alone; 

By thine all-sufficient merit, 
Raise us to thy glorious throne. 

t;harles Wesley. 


Youthful Consecration. 

8. 7. 

SAVIOUR, while my heart is tender, 
I would yield that heart to thee; 

All my powers to thee surrender, 
Thine and only thine to be. 

2 Take me now, Lord Jesus, take me, 
Let my youthful heart be thine; 

Thy devoted servant make me. 
Fill my soul with lov« divine. 

3 Send me. Lord, where thou wilt send 

Only do thou guide my way; 
May thy grace through life attend me. 
Gladly then shall I obey. 

4 Let me do thy will or bear it,' 
I will know no will but thine; 

Shouldst thou take my life, or spare it, 
I that life to thee resign. 

5 May this solemn dedication 
■ Never once forgotten lie; 

Let it know no revocation, 
Published and confirmed on high. 

6 Thine I am, O Lord, forever. 
To thy service set apart; 

Suffer me to leave thee never; 
Seal thine image on my heart. 

J. Burton. 


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HOW tedious anel tastokss the hour 

When Jesus no lont,'or I see! 
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet 

Have all lost their sweetness to me; 
The uiidsunizner sun shines hut dim. 

The fields strive in vain to look gay; 
But when I am happy in him, 

December's as pleasant as May. 

2 His name yields the richest perfume. 
And sweeter than music his voice; 

His presence disperses my gloom. 
And makes all within me rejoice; 

I should, were he always thus nigh, 
Have nothing to wish or to fear; 

No mortal so happy as I, 
My summer would last all the year. 

3 Content with beholding his face, 
My all to his pleasure resigned, 

No changes of season or place 
Would make any change in my mind: 

While blest with a sense of his love, 
A palace a toy would appear; 

And prisons would palaces i)rove. 
If Jesus would dwell w ith me there. 

4 My Lord, if indeed I am thine, 

If thou art my sun and my song, 
Say, why do I languish and pine, 

xVnd why are my winters so long? 
() drive these dark clouds from my sky, 

Thy soul-cheering presence restore; 
Or take me to thee upon high, 

AVhere winter and clouds are no more. 
J. Newtors. 



The Heavenly Jerusalem. 

AWAY with our sorrow and fear! 

We soon shall recover our home; 
The city of saints shall appear, 

The day of eternity come. 
From earth we shall quickly removp. 

And mount to our native abodej 
The house of our Father above, 

The palace of angels and God. 


Wm. H. Oakley. 

Portland. 8 lines S 





2 Our mourning is all at. an end, 
When, raised by the life-giving Word, 

We see the new city descend, 

Adorned as a bride for her Lord: 
The city so holy and clean, 

No sorrow can breathe m the air- 
No gloom of affliction or sm; 
No shadow of evil is there. 

3 By faith we already behold 
That lovely Jerusalem here: 

Her walls are of jasper and gold. 
As crystal her buildings are clear; 

Immovably founded in grace, 
She.stands as she ever hath stood, 

And brightly her builder displays. 
And flames with the glory of God. 

Charles Wesley. 

7 2 5to BK WITH Chris r is fab Betteb. 

O WHEN shall we sweetly remove, 
O when shall we enter our rest, 

Return to the Zion above, 
The mother of spirits distressed; 

That city of God the great Kmg, 
Where sorrow and death are no morej 

Where saints our Immariuel sing, 
And seraph and cherub adore? 

2 But angels themselves cannot tell 

The joys of that holiest place, 
Where Jesus is pleased to reveal 

The light of his heavenly face: 
When, caught in the rapturous flame, 

The sight beatific they prove; 
And walk in the light of the Lamb, 

Enjoying the beams of his love. 

3 Thou knowest in the spirit of prayer 

We long thy appearing to see. 
Resigned to the burden we bear. 

But longing to triumph with tnee: 
'Tis good at thy word to be here; 

'Tis better in thee to be gone. 
And see thee in glory appear. 

And rise to a share in thy throne. 

Charles Wesley. 


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Chastening Accepted. 
HOW happy the sorrowful man, 

Whose sorrow is sent from above! 
Indulged with a visit of pain, 

Chastised by omnipotent Ipve; 
The Author of all his distress 

He comes by affliction to know, 
And God he in heaven sliall bless. 

That ever he suttered below, 

2 Thus, thus may I happily grieve, 
And bear the intent of his rod: 

The marks of adoption receive. 
The strokes of a merciful God: 

With nearer access to his throne. 
My burden of folly confess; 

The cause of my miseries own. 
And cry for an answer of peace. 

3 O Father of mercies, on me, 
On me, in affliction, bestow 

A power of applying to thee, 
A sanctified use of my woe: 

I would, in a spirit of prayer. 
To all thy appointments submit; 

The pledge of my happiness bear. 
And joyfully die at thy feet. 

4 Then, Father, and never till then, 
I all the felicity prove. 

Of living a moment in pain. 

Of dying in Jesus' love: 
A sufferer here with my Lord, 

With Jesus above I sit down; 
Receive an eternal reward. 

And glory obtain in a crown. 


Triumphant Death of a Brother 

WEEP not for a bi'other deceased; 

Our loss is his infinite gain; 
A soul out of prison released, 

And freed from its bodily chain; 
With songs let us follow his flight 

And mount with his spirit above, 
Escaped to the mansions of light. 

And lodged in the Eden of lf>ve. 


2 Our brother the haven has gained, 

Outfiying the tempest and wind; 
His rest he hath sooner obtained, 

fVnd left his companions behind, 
Still tossed on a sea of distress. 

Hard toiling to make the blest shore, 
Where all is assurance and peace. 

And sorrow and sin are no more. 

^ There all the ship's company meet, 

Wlio sailed with the Saviour beneath; 
With shouting cai'h otlicr they greet, 

And triumph o'er sorrow and death: 
The voyage of life's at an end; 

The mortal affliction is past: 
The age that in heaven they spend. 

Forever and ever shall last. 

Charles Wesley. 


Longing for Closer Communion. 

THOU Shepherd of Israel, and mine. 

The joy and desire of my heart. 
For closer commuTiion I pine; 

I long to reside where thou art. 
The i>asture I languish to find, 

Where all, who their Shepherd obey. 
Are fed, on thy bosom reclined, 

And screened from the heat of the day. 

2 Ah! show me that happiest place, 
The place of thy people's abode, 

Where saints in ecstasy gaze. 
And hang on a crucified God: 

Thy love for a sinner declare. 
Thy passion and death on the tree; 

My spirit to Calvary bear. 
To suffer and triumph with thee. 

3 'Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock, 
There only, I covet to rest; 

To lie at the foot of the rock. 
Or rise to be hid in thy breast: 

'Tis there I would always abide, 
And never a moment depart. 

Concealed in the cleft of thy side, 
Eternally held in thy heart. 

Charles Wesley. 




Having a Desiee to Depart. 
I LONG to behold him arrayed 

With glory and light from above; 
The King in his beauty displayed, 

His beauty of holiest love: 

1 languish and sigh to be there, 
Where Jesus hath fixed his abode; 

O when shall we meet in the air, 
And tly to the mountain of God! 

2 With him I on Zion shall stand, 
For Jesus hath spoken the word; 

The breadth of Immanuel's land 
Survey by the light of my Lord: 

But when, on thy bosom reclined. 
Thy face I am strengthened to see, 

My fullness of rapture I find. 
My heaven of heavens in thee. 

3 How happy the people that dwell 
Secure in the city above! 

No pain the inhabitants feel, 
No sickness or sorrow shall prove. 

Physician of souls, unto me 
Forgiveness and holiness give; 

And then from the body set free, 
And then to the city receive. 

Charles Wesley. 

O 5 U Following the Lamb. 
WHAT now is my object and aim? 

What now is my hope and desire? 
To follow the heavenly Lamb, 

And after his image aspire: 
My hope is all centered in thee; 

I trust to recover thy love; 
On earth thy salvation to see, 

And then to enjoy it above. 

2 I thirst for a life-giving God, 
For Christ who on Calvary died; 

A fountain of water and blood. 
Which gushed from Immanuel's side: 

1 gasp for the stream of thy love, 
The Spirit of rapture unknown: 

And then to re-drink it above. 
Eternally fresh from the throne. 

Charles Wesley. 

8 2-* Happy Death of a Sister. 
HOSANNA to Jesus on high! 

Another has entered her rest: 
Another has 'scaped to the sky, 

And lodged in Immanuel's breast; 
The soul of our sister is gone. 

To heighten the triumph above; 
Exalted to Jesus's throne, 

And clasped in the arms of his love. 

2 How happy the angels that fell 
Transported at Jesus's name; 

The saints whom he soonest shall call, 
To share in the feast of the Lamb! 

No longer imprisoned in clay. 

Who next from the dungeon shall tly.-' 

Who first shall be summoned away? 
My merciful Lord — is it I? 

3 O Jesus, if this be thy will. 
That suddenly I should depart. 

Thy counsel of mercy reveal. 
And whisper thy call to my heart; 

give me a signal to know 
If soon thou wouldst have me remove, 

And leave tlie dull body below. 
And fly to the regions above. 

Charles Wesley. 


^ . _ Immutability. 

THIS, this is the God we adore. 

Our faithful, unchangeable friend, 
Whose love is as great as his power. 

And neither knows measure nor end: 
'Tis Jesus, the first and the last. 

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; 
We'll praise him for all that is past. 

And trust him for all that's to come. 
J. Hart. 


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L Mason, IS—. 

1 Burst, ye em-'iald gates, and l)riiig To my rap-tured vis ^ ion 

All tli'ec-stat-ic joys that spring Kouud the })iigbte - lys - ian. 

D.c. Sun ofKight-eous-ness, a-iise, Opelhe gates of Par-a-dise. 

'2, Floods of everlasting Jiglit 

Freely flash before him; 
Myriads with suprctne delight 

Instantly adore him; 
Angel trumps resound his fame. 
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim 
All the music oJF his name — 
Heaven echoing the theme. 

4 Harlv! the thrilling syinphotiio 

Soem, methinks, to seize us; 
Join we too the holy lays, 

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! 
Sweetest sound in Pecay)h's sony 
Sweetest note on mortal tongue, 
Sweetest carol ever sung, 
Jesus, Jesus, flow along. 


Thk Min» that was in Cur: 

JESUS, plant and root in me 
All the mind that was in thee; 
Settled peace I then shall find; 
Jesus' is a quiet mind. 

2 Anger I no more shall feel, 
Always even, always still; 
Meekly on my God reclined; 
Jesus' is a gentle mind. 

'^ I shall suffer and fulfill 
All my Father's gracious will; 
Be in all alike resigned; 
Jesus' is a patient mind. 

4 When 'tis deeply rooted here, 
Perfect love shall east out fear; 
Fear doth servile spirits bind; 
Jesus' is a noble mind. 

5 I shall nothing l<now beside 
Jesus, and him crucified: 
Perfectly to hiin bo joined; 
Jesus' is a loving mind. 

6 I shall triumph cverinore; 
Gratefully my God adore;_ 
God so good, so true, so kind; 
Jesus' is a thankful mind. 

7 Lowly, loving, meek, and pure, 
I shall to ti.c end endure; 
Be no more to sin inclined; 
Jesus' is a constant mind. 

8 I shall fully be restored 
To the image of my Lord, 
Witnessing to all mankind, 
Jesus' is a perfect mind. 

Charles Wesley. 

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JESUS drinks the bitter cup, 

The wine press treads alone: 
Tears the graves and mountains up 

By his expiring groan: 
Lo, the powers of heaven he shakes, 

Nature in convulsion lies; . 
Earth's profoundest center quakes. 

The great Jehovah dies! 

2 O my God, he dies for me, 
I feel the mortal smart! 

See him hanging on the tree, 
A sight that l>reaks my heart! 

O that all to thee might turn! 
Sinners ye may love him too; 

Look on him ye pierced, and mourn 
For one who bled for yovi. 

3 Weep o'er your desire and hope, 
With tears of humblest love! 

Sing, for Jesus is gone up. 
And reigns enthroned above! 

Lives our Head to die no more, 
Power is all to Jesus given; 

Worshiped as he was before. 
The immortal King of heaven. 

4 li'u-d, we bless thee for thy grace 
And truth which never fail; 

Hastening to behold thy face 
Without a dimming veilj 

We shall see our heavenly King, 
All thy glorious love proclaim, 

Help the angel bands to sing 
Our blest triumphant Lamb. 

Charles Wesley. 

n1 rx, T, 7. 6, 7. 

1 The Better Portion. 

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; 

Thy better portion trace; 
Rise from transitory things, 

Toward heaven, thy native place: 
Sun, and moon, and stars decay; 

Time shall soon this earth remove: 
Rise, my soul, and haste away 

To seats prepared above. 

2 Rivers to the ocean run, 
Nor stay in all their course; 

Fire, ascending, seeks the sun; 

Both speed them to their source. 
So a soul that's born of God, 

Pants to view his glorious face: 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; 
Press onward to the prize; 

Soon our Saviour will return 

Triumphant in the skies: 
There we'll join the heavenly train, 

Welcomed to partake the bliss; 
Fly from sorrow, care, and pain. 

To realms df endless peace. 

R. Seagrave. 


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5 Othat I could all iiiviti', 

This saviiit,' truth to provt-; 
Show the k imth. the lin adlh, the height, 

And deptli of Jesus' love! 
Fain I would to sinners show 

The hlood l>.v faith alone applied; 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified. 

Charles Wesley. 
7. 6, 8. 
) The Deceitftjlness of Sin. 
JESUS, friend of sinners, hear 

Yet once again, I pray; 
From my debt of sin set clear, 

For I iiave naught to pay: 
Speak, O speak the kind release; 

A poor backsliding soul restore, 
Love me freely, seal my peace, 

And bid me sin no more. 

2 For my selfishness and pride 
Thou hast withdrawn thy grace; 

Left me long to wander wide. 

An outcast from thy face; 
But I now my sins confess. 

And mercy, mercy, I implore, 
Love me freely, seal my peace, 

And bid me sin no more. 

3 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread 
A hardness o'er my heart; 

But if thou thy Spirit shed. 

The stony shall depart: 
Shed thy love, thy tenderness, 

And let me feel thy softening power: 
Love me freely, seal my peace 
[ And bid me sin no more. 

Adieu to the Wobld. 
VAIN, delusive world, adieu. 

With all of creature good: 
Only Jesus I pursue, 

Who bought me with his blood: 
Ail thy pleasures I forego; 

I trample on thy wealth and pride; 
Only Jesus will I know. 

And Jesus crucified. 

2 Other knowledge I disdain; 
'Tis all but vanity: 

Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain. 

He tasted death for me. 
Me to save from endless woe 

The sin-atoning Victim died: 
Only Jesus will I know. 

And Jesus crucified. 

3 Here will I set up my rest: 
My fluctuating heart 

From the haven of his breast 

Shall never more depart: 
Whither should a sinner go? 

His wounds for me stand open wide: 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified. 

4 Him to know is life and peace. 
And pleasure without end; 

This is all my happness. 

On Jesus to depend; 
Daily in his grace to grow, 

And ever in his faith abide; 
Only Jesus will I know, . 

And Jesus crucified. 


Kison. 7676,7876. 



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Humility and Contrition. 

JESUS, let thy.pitying eye 

Call back a wandering sheep; 
False to thee, like Peter, I 

Would fain like Peter weep. 
Let me by grace restored; 

On me be all long-suffering shown; 
Turn, and look upon me. Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, 

Repentance to impart, 
Give me, through thy dying love, 

The humble, contrite heart: 
Give what I have long implored, 

A portion of thy grief unknown: 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break uiy heart of stone. 

3 For thine own compassion's sake, 

The gracious wonder show; 
Cast my sins behind thy back, 

And wash me white as snow: 
If thy mercy now is stirred, 

Tf now I do myself bemoan, 
Turn, and look upon me. Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

Charles Wesley. 


The Heart Broken. 

SAVIOUR, see me from above, 

Nor suffer me to die; 
Life, and happiness and love, 

Drop from thy gracious eye: 
Speak the reconciling word. 

And let thy mercy melt me down; 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

2 Look, as when thine eye pursued 

The first apostate man. 
Saw him weltering in his blood. 

And bade him rise again: 
Speak my paradise restored; 

Redeem me by thy grace alone: 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

3 Look, as when thy languid eye 

Was closed that we might live; 
Father (at the point to die 

My Saviour prayed), forgive! 
Surely with that dying word 

He turns, and looks, and cries, " 'tis 
O, my bleeding, lovinp: Lord, 

Thou bre&k'st my heart of stone. 


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The Cky of the Heathen. 

FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 

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From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; 
Though every prospect pleases. 

And only man is vile? 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown; 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high, 
Shall we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny? 
Salvation! — salvation! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has leanied Messiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

.Vnd you, ye waters, roll. 
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It spreads from pole to pole: 
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The lamb for sinners slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign. 


i t) ^ Depauting Missionabies. 


ROLL on, thou mighty ocean! 

And, as thy billows flow 
Boar messengers of mercy 

To every land below. 
Arise, ye gales, and waft them 

Safe to tlie destined shore; 
That man may sit in darkness. 

And death's black shade, no more. 

2 O thou eternal Ruler, 

Who holdest in thine arm 
The tempests of the ocean. 

Protect them from all harm! 
Thy iiresence, Lord, be with them., 

"Wherever they may be; 
Though far from us who love ther, . . 

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The Morning Light is Breaking. 

THE morning light is breaking: 

The darkness disappears; 
The sons of earth are waking 

To penitential tears; 
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 

Brings tidings from afar, 
Of nations in commotion, 

Prepared for Zion's war. 

2 See heathen nations bending 

Before the God we love, 
And thousand hearts ascending 

In gratitude above; 
"While sinners, now confessing. 

The Gospel call obey. 
And seek the Saviour's blessing, 

A nation in a day, 

3 Blest river of salvation, 

Pursue thine onward way; 
Flow thou to every nation, 

Nor in thy richness stay: 
Stay not till all the lowly. 

Triumphant reach their home: 
Stay not till all the holy 

Proclaim, "The Lord is come!" 

~ ■ '^. Smith. 


Geatefdl Praise. 

WE BRING no glittering treasures. 

No gems from earth's deep mine; 
We come with simple measures. 

To chant thy love divine. 
Children, thy favors sharing. 

Their voice of thanks would raise; 
Father, accept our offering. 

Our song of grateful praise. 

2 The dearest gift of heaven. 

Love's written word of truth, 
To us is early given. 

To guide our steps in youth; 
We hear the wondrous story. 

The tale of Calvary; 
We read of homes in glory, 

From sin and sorrow free. 

3 Redeemer, grant thy blessing; 

Oh, teach us how to pray! 
That each, thy fear possessing, 

May tread life's onward way; 
Then where the pure are dwelling 

We hope to meet again. 
And sweeter numbers swelling. 

Forever praise thy name. 

H. Phillips 


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ome! Home! Sweet, Sweet Home 

'MID scenes of confusion and creature 

How sweet to the soul is communion with 

To find at the hamiuet of mercy there's 

And feel in the i)resence of Jesus at liome, 

Home! Home! sweet, sweet home! 
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for 
glory, my home. 

2 Sweet l)onds that unite all the children 

of peace! 
And, thrice precious Jesus, whose love 

cannot cease, 
Though oft from thy presence in sadness 

I roam, 
I long to behold thee in glory, at home 

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free; 
Which hinders my joy and communion 
with thee: 

Home, Sweet Home. 

'MID pleasures and palaces though we 

may roam. 
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like 

A charm from the sliies seems to hallow 

us there; 
Whicii, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met 

with elsewhere, 

Though now my temptations like billowE 

may foam. 
All, all will be peace when I'm with thee 

at home. 

4 While here in the valley of conflict 1 

O give me submission and strength as 

my day: 
In all my afflictions to thee would I come, 
liejoieing in hope of my glorious home. 

5 AVhate'er thou deniest, O give me thy 

The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of 

thy face: 
Indulge me with patience to wait at thy 

And find even now a sweet foretaste of 


6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties tc 

shine, , 

No more as an exile in sorrow to pine. 
And in thy dear image, arise from the 

With glorified millions to praise thee at 

D. Denham. 

2 An exile from home, splendor dazzles 

in vain. 
Oh! give me my lowly thatched cottage 

The birds singing gayly, that came at my 

Give me them, with the peace of mic.:? 

dearer than all, 

i HAVE started for Canaan, ^ust I 

leave you behind? 
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up your mind; 
The land lies before us, 'tis pleasant to 

Its fruits are abundant, they're offered 

to you. 

Come, come, friends, friends, come, 
I've started for Canaan, O, will you not 


2 What can tempt you to linger, or turn 

from the way? 
The fields are all blooming, as blooming 

as May ; 
The music is charming, the harmony 



The joys there are lasting, they ever en- 

3 You have friends in that country most 

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Don't stop to consider, the niglit ends the 


4 'Tis the last call of mercy; O, turn lest 

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is nigh; 
While his arms are extended, while his 

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To-day the Savior Calls. 

TO-DAY the Saviour calls; 

Ye wanderers come; 
O, ye benighted souls. 

Why longer roam. 

2 To-day the Saviour calls; 

0, hear him now; 
Within these sacred walls 

To Jesus bow. 

3 To-day the Saviour calls; 
For refuge fly; 

The storm of justice falls 
And death is nigh. 

4 The Spirit calls to-day; 
Yield to his power; 

O, grieve him not away: 
"Tis mercy's hour. 

Sweet Peayeh. lis. 

VTHEN torn is the bosom by sorrow and 

Be it ever so simple, there's nothing like 

It comforts, it softens, subdues, yet sus- 

Bids hope rise exalting, and passion re- 

Prayer, prayer, sweet prayer, 

Be it ever so simple, there's nothing like 

2 When far from the friends that are 
dearest we part, 
13 ' 

What fond recollections still cling to the 

Past scenes and enjoyments live painfully 

And restless we languish, till peace comet 

in prayer. 

3 When earthly delusions would lead us 

In folly's gay mazes, or sin's treacherous 

How strong the enchantment, how fatal 

the snare! 
But looking to Jesuf we conquer by 




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1 WILL sing you a song 
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The far away home of the soul, 

Where no storms ever beat, 

On the glittering strand, 
While the years of eternity roll. 

2 O, that home of the soul. 
In my visions and dreams 

Its bright Jasper walls I can see, 

Till I fancy but thinly 

The veil intervenes, 
Between that fair city and me. 

3 That unchangeable home 
Is for you and for me. 

Where Jesus of Nazarerh stands; 

The King of all Kmgdoms 

Forever is he. 
And he holdeth our crowns in his hands, 

4 O, how sweet it will be 
In that beautiful land, 

So free from all sorrow and pain! 
With songs on our lips, 
And with harps in our hands, 

To meet one another again. 


12, 9. 

Retubn with Singing. 
COME away to the skies. 
My beloved, arise, 
•And'rejoice in the day thou wast born; 
On this festival day. 
Come exulting away. 
And with singing to Zion return. 

I U I 

2 We have laid up our love 

And treasure above, 
Though our bodies con tinue below; 

The redeemed of the Lord, 

We remember his word, 
And with singing to Paradise go. 

.8 For thy glory we are. 

Created to share 
Both the nature and kingdom divine: 

Created again. 

That our souls may remain 
In time and eternity thine. 

4 With thanks we approve 
The design of thy love 

Which hath joined us in Jesus'name; 

So united in heart 

That we never can part. 
Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb. 

5 Hallelujah we sing. 
To our Father and King, 

And his rapturous jn-aises repeat. 

To the Lamb that was slain. 

Hallelujah again. 
Sing all heaven and fall at his feet. 

6 In assurance of hope, 
We to Jesus look up, 

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My Beloved. 

O THOU, in whose presence 

My soul takes delight, 
On whom in affliction I call, 

My comfort by day, 

My song in the night, 
My hope, my salvation, my all 

2 Where dost thou, dear Shepherd 
Resort with thy sheep. 

To feed them in pastures of love? 

Say, why in the valley 

Of death should I weep 
Or alone in this wilderness rove? 

3 O why s lould I wander 
An alien from thee. 

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Thy foes will rejoice 

When my sorrows they see. 
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4 Ye daughters of Zion, 
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My Beloved has l)een. 
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Restore and defend me, 

For thou art my all, 
And in thee I will ever rejoice. 

Joseph Swain. 


Joy of the Young Convert. 

O HOW happy are they, 

Who the Saviour obey. 
And have laid up their treasures above; 

Tongue can never express 

The sweet comfort and peace 
Of a soul in its earliest love. 

2 That sweet comfort was mine, 
When the favor divine 

I received through the blood of the Lamb; 

When my heart first believed. 

What a joy I received. 
What a heaven in Jesus' name! 

3 'Twas a heaven below 
My Redeemer to know, 

And the angels could do nothing more, 

Than to fall at his feet, 

And the story repeat. 
And the Lover of sinners adore. 

4 Jesus all the day long 
Was my joy and my song: 

O that all his salvation might see! 

He hath loved me, I cried. 

He hath suffered and died. 
To redeem even rebels like me. 

5 I then rode on the sky, 
Freely justified I, 

Nor did envy Elijah his seat. 

My glad soul mounted higher 

In a chariot of fire, 
And the moon it was under my feet. 

6 O the rapturous height 
Of that holy delight 

Which I felt in the life-giving blood! 

Of my Saviour possessed, 

I was perfectly blest. 
As if filled with the fullness of God. 179 
Charles Wesley. 


His Mighty Love, lis, 

Wm. B. Bradbury. 

OH, bliss of the purified! bliss of the 

1 plunge in the crimson tide opened for 

O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand 
And point to the print of the nails in his 



O sing of his mighty love! 
Sing of his mighty love, 
Sing of his mighty love, mighty to 

2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine 
No longer in dread condemnation I pine 
In conscious salvation I sing of his grace. 
Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his 

Chorus. ■ 

The Song of Redemption. 

IN THE far better land of glory and light, 
The raLfeomed aresingi'ng in garments of 

The hari)ers are harpinj'., and all the 

Siugtl: song of redemption— "The Lamb 

that was slain." — Cho. 

3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the 

No wound hath the soul that his blood 

cannot cure; 
No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly 

find rest. 
No tears t)ut may dry them on Jesus's 



4 O Jesus the crucified! thee will I sing! 
My blessed Redeemer! my God and my 

My soul filled with rapture shall shout 

o'er the grave 
And triumph in death in the mighty to 

Rev. F. Bottome. 

2 Like the sound of the sea swells their 

chorus of praise 
Round the star-circled crown of the 

Anxrient of days, 
And thrones and dominions re-echo tJs 

Of glory eternal to Hmi that was sIeIDc 

Frederick, lis. ISl 

Gko. Kiijgsley, 18.18. 




I wotTLD NOT Live Alwat. 

1 WOULD not live alway; I ask not to 

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er 

the way; 
mie few lurid mornings that dawn on us 

Are enough for life's woes, full enough 

for its cheer. 

2 I would not live alway; no — welcome 

the tomb! 
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not 

its gloom; 
Thei-e sweet be my rest till he bid me 

To hail him in triumph descending the 

skies, . 

3 Dear Saviour, may we, with our voices 

so famt, 
Smg the chorus celestial with angel an^. 

Yes, yes, we will sing, and thine ear we 

will gain 
With the sougof redemption — "The T.<ainb 

that was slain." 

3 Who, who would live alway, away fron. 

for God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful 

Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er 

the plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally 


in harmony 

i There the saints of all 

Their Saviour and brethren transported 

to greet. 
While anthems of rapture unceasingly 

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of 

the soul. 

W. A. Muhlenberg. 

4 Now, children and teachers and friends 

ail unite 
In a loud hallelujah with the ransomed in 

To Jesus we'll sing that melodious strain, 
The song of redemption— "The Lamb 

shat was slain." 


Lncas. 10, 5, 11, 11, 5, 11, 11. 



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.5i.^igi^g^i^gl^i ^igESiE 

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COME, let us anew our journey pursue, 

With vigor arise, 
And press to our permanent place in the 

Of heavenly birth, though wandering on 

This is not our place, 
But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we 

2 At Jesus' call, we gave up our all; 

And still we forego, 
For Jesus' sake, our enjoyments below 
No longing we find for the country behind 

But onward we move. 
And still we are seeking a country above 

10, 5, 11. 3 A country of joy without any alloy; 
I We thither repair; 

Our hearts and our treasure already are 

We march hand in hand to Immanuel's 

No matter what cheer 
We meet with on earth, for eternity's 

4 The rougher the way, the shorter our 
stay; , 

The tempests that rise 
Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the 

The fiercer the blast, the sooner 'tis past; 

The troubles that come 
Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us 

ChEirles Wesley. 


10, 5, 11. 
Renewed Fidelity and Zeal. 

COME, let us anew our journey pursue, 

Roll round with the year, 
And never stand still till the Master ap 

His adorable will let us gladly fulfill, 

And our talents improve. 
By the patience of hope, and the labor 

2 Our life is a dream; our time, as a 

Glides swiftly away, 


i.h'i the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 
The arrow is down, — the moment is gone; 

The millennial year 
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 

3 that each in the day of his coming 
may say, 

"I have fought my way through' 
I have finished the work thou didst give 

me to do." 
that each from his Lord may receive 
the glad word, 

"Well and faithfully done! 
Enter into my joy, and sit down on mj^ 

Charles Wesley. 

Come to Jesus. 56, 65. 

Tenderly. ..^ I 

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H. f. MAIN. 

COME, come to Josus! 
He waits to welcome thee, 
O wanderer! eagerly; 
Come, come to Jesus! 

2 Come, come to Jesus! 
He waits to welcome thee, 
O slave! eternally; 
Come, come to Jesus. 

3 Come, come to Jesus! 
He waits to lighten theo, 
O burdened graciously; 
Come, come to Jesus. 

4 Come, come to Jesus! 
He waits to give to thee, 
O blind! a vision free; 
Come, come to Jesus. 

5 Come, come to Jesus! 
He waits to shelter thee 
O weary! blessedly; 
Come, come to Jesus! 

6 Come, come to Jesus! 
He waits to carry thee, 
O lamb! so lovingly; 
Come, come to Jesus! 

183 To BE Used at the Table. 

BE present at our table, Lord, — 
Be here, and everywhere, adored; 
These creatures bless and grant that wo 
May feast dn Paradise with thee. 

2 We thank thee, Lord, for this our food, 
But more because of Jesus' blood. 
Let manna to our souls be given. 
The Bread of Life, — sent down from hea 

John Wesley. 


New Haven. 664, 6664. 

Dr. Thos. Hastings, 


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6, 4. 

Foe the Sayiouk's Gtjidanok. 

MY FAITH looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour divine; 
Now hear me while I pray; 
Take all my guilt away; 
O let me, from this day, 

Be wholly thine. 

2 May thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart; 

My zeal inspire; 
As thou hast died for me, 
O may my love to thee 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire. " 

3 While life's dark maze I tread 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be thou my Guide; 
Sid darkness turn to day; 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From thee aside. 

G When ends life's transient dream; 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll; 
Clest Saviour, then, in love, 
Fear and distress remove; 
O, bear me safe above, 

A ransomed soul. 

Ray Palmer. 

6, 4. 
Invocation of the Holy Spieit. 

COME, Holy Ghost, in love, 
Shed on us from above 

Thine own bright ray! 
Divinely good thou art* 
Thy sacred gifts impart 
To gladden each sad heart: 

come to-day I 


2 Come, tcnderest Friend, and best, 
Our most delightful Guest, * 

With soothing power: 
Rest, which the weary know, 
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, 
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, 

Cheer us, this hour! 

3 Come, Light serene, and still 
Our inmost bosoms fill; 

Dwell in each breast; 
We know no dawn but thine, 
Send forth thy beams divine, 
On our dark souls to shine, 

And make us blest! 

Come, all the faithful bless; 
Let all who Christ confess 

His praise employ: 
Give virtue's rich reward; 
Victorious death accord. 
And, with our glorious Lord, 

Eternal joy! 
Robert II., King of Prance. Tr. by R. Palmer 


OuE Native Land. 


GOD bless our native land! 
Firm may she ever stand. 

Through storm and night: 
When the wild tempests rave, ' 

Ruler of wind and wave, 
Do thou our country save 

By thy great might! 

2 For her our prayer shall rise 
To God, above the skies; 

On him we wait: 
Thou who art ever nigh, 
Guarding with watchful eye, 
T thee aloud we cry, * 

God save the State! ^ „ ^ . , 
Johns. Dwight. 

America. 664, 6664. 


Henry Carey, 1743. 

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6, 4. 

National Hymn. 

MY COUNTRY, 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing; 
Land where my fathers died! 
Land of the pilgrim's pride! 
From every mountain side 

Let freedom ring. 

2 My native country! thee. 
Land of the noVjle free. 

Thy name I love: 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills: 
My heart with rapture thrills. 

Like that al)Ove. 

3 Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song; 
Let mortal tongues awake; 
Let all that breathe partake: 
Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

4 Our father's God! to thee. 
Author of liberty. 

To thee we sing; 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light: 
Protect us by thy might, 

Great God, our King! ,_, „ .,, 
8. F. Smith. 


Praise to the Trinity 

COME, thou Almighty Kin< 
Help us thy name t6 sing. 
Help us to praise. 

Father all-glorious. 
O'er all victorious. 
Come, and reign over us. 
Ancient of days. 

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, 
Scatter our enemies. 

And make them fall; 
Let thine almighty aid 
Our sure defence be made; 
Our souls on thee be stayed; 

Lord, hear our call. 

3 Come, thou incarnate Word, 
Gird on thy mighty sword, 

Our prayer attend; 
Come, and thy people bless, 
And give thy word success: 
Spli-it of holiness. 

On us descend. 

4 Come, holy Comforter, 
Thy sacred witness bear 

In this glad hour: 
Thou wlio Almighty art. 
Now rule in every heart. 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power. 

.5 To the great One and Three 
Eternal praises be 

Hence, evermore. 
His so^'creign majesty 
May we in giory see. 
And to eternity 

Love and adore. 

Gharle W< 


Jolm Street. 6684, 6684. 

Geo. Coles, 18—. 








The God of Abraham, my God. 

THE God of Abraham prai^^e, 
Who reigns enthroned above; 

Ancient of everlasting days, 
And God of Love: 

By earth and heaven confessed; 

1 bow and bless the sacred name, 
Forever blest, 

2 The God of Abraham praise, 
At whose supreme command 

From earth I rise, and seek the joys 

At his right hand: 
I all on earth forsake, 

Its wisdom, fame, and power; 
And him my only portion make. 

My shield and tower. 

3 The God of Abraham praise, 
Whose all-sufficient grace 

Shall guide me all my happy days 

In all his ways; 
He calls a worm his friend: 

He calls himself my God! 
And he shall save me to the end. 

Through Jesus' blood. 

4 He by himself hath sworn: 
I on his oath depend; 

I shall, on eagles' wings upborne. 
To heaven ascend; 


1 shall Isehold his face; 

I shall his power adore, 
And sing the wonders of hif> grace 

T. Olivers. 
6, 8, 4. 
Continued.— Pressing for the 
THOUGH nature's strength decay, 

And earth and hell withstand. 
To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, 

At his command; 
Th&watery deep 1 pass, 

With. Jesus in my view; 
And through the howling wilderness 
My way pursue. 

2 The goodly land I see, 
With peace and plenty blest; 

A land of sacred liberty. 

And endless rest. 
There milk and honey flow. 

And oil and wine abound; 
And trees of life forever grow, 

With mercy crowned. 

3 There dwells the Lord our King, 
The Lord our Righteousness, 

Triumphant o'er the world and sin, 

The Prince of Peace; 
On Zion's sacred height. 

His kingdom still maintains; 
And, glorious, with his saints in light 

Forever reigns. 

A-lmost Persuaded. 99, 6664. 


p. p. Bliss, 1870. 



















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4 He keeps his own secure; 
He guards them by his side; 

Arrays in garments white and pure 

His spotless bride; 
With groves of living joys, 

With streams of sacred bliss, 
With all the fruits of paradise. 

He still supplies. 

5 Before the great I'hree One 
They all exulting stand, 

And tell the wonders he hath done 

Through all their land. 
The listening spheres attend, 

And swell the growing fame; 
And sing, in songs which never end, 
The wondrous name. 

T. Olivers. 
ODD P. M. 

OOO Almost Persuaded. , 
"ALMOST persuaded" now to believe; 
"Almost persuaded" Christ to receive; 
Seems now some soul to say, 
"Go, Spirit, go thy way, 
Some more convenient day 
On thee I'll call." 

2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to- 
"Almost persuaded," turn not away; 
Jesus invites you here. 
Angels are lingering near, 
Prayers rise from hearts so dear: 
"O wanderer, come," 

3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past! 
Almost persuaded," doom comes at last! 
"Almost" cannot avail; 
"Almost" is but to fail! 
Sad, sad, that bitter wail — 
"Almost — but lost!" 

P. P, BUrs. 

My Home in IIexiTkh. lis. 

MY home is in Heaven, my rest is not 

Then why should I murmur when trial? 

are near? 
Be hushed, my dark spirit, the worse that 

can come, 
But shortens my journey, and hastens 

thee home. 

2 It is not for thee to be seeking thy bliss, 
And building thy hopes in a region like 

I look for a city which hands have not 

I pant for a country by sin undefiled. 

3 The thorn and the thistle around me 

may grow, 
I would nt)t recline upon roses below; 
I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest, 
Tili I find them forever on Jesus' breast. 

188 How Firm a Foundation. 

1 How firm a foiin - da - tion, ye saiuts of the Lord, Is 

•your faith ip his excellent word; 



laid for your faith ip his excellent word; What more can he say than to 


you he liath said, Ye who un-to Je - sus for ref-uge have lied ? 


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O '' i Thr Firm Foundation. 

HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the 

Islaidfor your faith in his excellent word I 
What more can he say, than to you he 

hath said. 
To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled? 

2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not 

For I am thy God, I will still give thee 

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause 

thee to stand, 
upheld by my gracious, omnipotent hand. 

3 "When through the deep waters I call 

thee to go. 
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; 
For I will be with thee thy trials to bless. 
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

4 "When through fiery trials thy pathway 

shall lie. 

My grace, all-sufficiient, shall be thy sup- 

The flame shall not hurt thee; I only de- 

Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to 

5 "E'en down to old age all my people 

shall prove 
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 
And when hoary hairs shall their temples 

Lite lambs they shall still in my bosom 

be borne. 

6 "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for 

I will not, I will not desert to his foes; 
That soul, though all hell should endeavor 

to shake, 
I'll never, no never, no never forsake!" 
188 George Keith. 

Expostulation. lis. 

TOO long, guilty wanderer, too long hast 

thou been. 
In the broad road of ruin, in bondage to 

Thee the world has allured, and enslaved, 

and deceived, 
vVhile my counsel thou'st spurned, and 

my Spirit hast grieved. 

2 Though countless thy sins, and though 

crimson thy guilt, 
Yet for crimes such as thine was my blood 

freely spilt: 
Come, sinner, and prove me; come, 

mourner, and see 
The wounds that I bore when I suffered 

for thee. 

Hinton. lis. 




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Delay Not. 

DELAY not, delay not, sinner, draw 
The waters of life are now flowing for 
No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, 
Redemption is purchased, salvation is 

2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse 
The love and compassion of Jesus, thy 

A fountain is open, how canst thou re- 
To wash and be cleansed in his pardon- 
ing blood? 

3 Delay not, delay not, sinner to come. 
For mei-cy still lingers and calls thee 

Her voice is not heard in the vale of the 
Her message, unheeded, will soon pass 

4 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace 
Long grieved and resisted, may take 

his sad flight, 
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy 
To sink inthe gloom of eternity's night 

5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at 

The earth shall dissolve, and the heav- 
ens shall fade, 
The dead, small and great, in the judg- 
ment shall stand: 
What power then, sinner, will lend 
thee its aid! 

Thomas Hastings. 

F.\iNT, But Pdksuing. Us. 

THO' faint, yet pursuing, we go on our 

The Lord is our leader, his word is our 

Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial 

be near, 
The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we 


2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the 

The weak, and oppressed — he will hear 

their complaint; 
The way may be weary, and thorny the 

But how can we falter? our help is in God! 

3 Though clouds may surround us, our 
God is our light; 

Though storms rage around us, our God 

is our might; 
So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we 

The Lord is our leader, and heaven is 

our home! Anon. 

eyes that are weary, and hearts that are 

• sore! 
Look, look unto Jesus, and sorrow no 

The light of his countenance shineth so 

That here, as in heaven, there need be 
no night. 

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart can- 
not fear; 

1 tremble no more when I see Jesus 

I know that his presence my safeguard 

will be, 
For ''Why are you troubled?" he saith 
unto me. 

* Outside the Gate. 665, 665. 

Philip Phillips, 18(56. 

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1 I STOOD outside the gate, 
A poor warfaring child: 
Within my heart tliere beat, 
A tempest loud and wild. 

A fear opprest my soul, 
That I might be too late; 
And oh! I trembled sore, 
And prayed outside the gate, 
And prayed outside the gate. 

2 "Mercy!" I loudly cried, 
"O give me rest from sin;" 
"I will," a voice replied, 
And Mercy let me in. 

Now I Have Found a Friend. 6s & 

NOW I have found a friend, 

Jesus is mine, 
Whose love shall never end; 

Jesus is mine. 
Though earthly joys decrease, 
Though human friendships cease. 
Now I have lasting peace; 

Jesus is mine. 

2 Though I grow poor and old, 

Jesus is mine. 
He will my faith uphold; 

Jesus is mine. 
He shall my wants supply; 
His precious blood is nigh, 
Naught can my hope destroy; 

Jesus is mine. ^ 

the Office of the Libraiian of Congress. 

She bound my bleeding wounds, 
And carried all my sin. 
She eased my weary soul. 
And then she took me in. 

3 In Mercy's guise I knew 
A Saviour long abused, 
W^ho often sought my heart, 
'And wept when I refused. 

what a blest return 
For ignorance and sin, 

1 prayed outside the gate, 
And Jesus let me in. 

3 W'hen earth shall pass away, 

Jesus is mine. 
In the great judgment day, 

Jesus is mine. 
Oh, what a glorious thing 
Then to behold my King, 
On tuneful harps to sing 

Jesus is mine! 

4 Father! thy name I bless; 

Jesus is mine. 
Thine was the sovereign grace, 

Praise shall be thine; 
Spirit of holiness! 
Sealing the Father's grace. 
Thou mad'st my soul embrace 

Jesus as mine. 


Oak. 646,664. 


Dr. I.. MASON, 18—. 



I'M but a stranger here, 

Heaven is my home; 

Earth is a desert drear, 

Heaven is my home; 

Danger and sorrow stand 

Round me on every hand; 

Heaven is my fatherland, 

Heaven is my home. 

2 What though the tempest rage 

Heaven is my home: 
Short is ray ijilgrimage, 

Heaven is my home; 
Time's cold and wintry blast. 
Soon will be overpast; 
I shall reach home at last, 

Heaven is my home. 

3 Thereat my Saviour's side. 

Heaven is my home; 
I shall be glorified, 

Heaven is my home; 
There are the good and blest. 
Those I loved most and best; 
There too I soon shall rest, 
Heaven is my home. 


Je3us is Mine. 

FADE, fade each earthly joy; 

Jesus is mine. 
Break, every tender tie; 

Jesus is mine. 

/ Dark is the wilderness, 

Earth has no resting place, 
Jesus alone can bless; 
Jesus is mine. 

2 Tempt not my soul away; 

Jesus is mine. 
Here would I ever stay; 

Jesus is mine. 
Perishing things of clay,' 
Born for but one brief day, 
Pass from my heart away; 

Jesus is mine. 

3 Farewell, ye dreams of night, 

Jesus is mine. 
Lost in this dawning light 

Jesus is mine. 
All that my soul has tried, 
Left but a dismal void, 
Jesus has satisfied, 

Jesus is mine. 

4 Farewell, mortality, 

Jesus is mine. 
Welcome, eternity, 

Jesus is mine. 
Welcome, O loved and blest, 
Welcome, sweet scenes of rest, 
Welcome, my Saviour's breast, 

Jesus is mine. 

Mrs. Catherine J. Bonar, 

1^2 Come ye Disconsolate. Us & 10s. 

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I I 

O ^ O Heaten can Heal ode Soekows. 

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye lan- 
Come to the inercy-seat, fervently 
Here bring your wounded hearts, here 
tell your anguish; 
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can- 
not heal. 

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, 

Here speaks the Comforter tenderly say- 
"Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can- 
not cure." , 

3 Here see the bread of life; see the 

waters flowing 
Forth from the throne of God, pure 
from above; 
Come to the feast of love; come, ever 
Earth has no sorrow but heaven ean 

T. Moore. 

Come unto Me. lis & 10s. 
Come unto me, when shadows darkly 
When the sad heart is weary and dis- 


Seeking for comfort from your heavenly 
Come unto me, and I '.vill give you rest 

2 Ye who have mourned when the spring 
flowers were taken, 
"When the ripe fruit fell richly to the 
When the loved slept, in brighter homes 
to waken, 
Where their pale brows with spirit- 
wreathsare crowned. 

3 Large are the mansions in thy Fatlier's 
Glad are the homes that sorrows never 
Sweet are the harps in holy nmsic swell- 
Soft are the tones which raise the hcav 
enly hymn. 

4 There, like an Eden blossoming m gla.d.. 

Bloom the fair flowers the earth too 
rudely pressed; 
Come unto me all ye who droop in sad- 
Come unto me, and I svill give you rest! 

Cling to the Mighty One. 10, 10, 11,10. 193 

Philip Phillips, 

CLING to the Mighty One, ciin 

Cling to the Holy One, He gives relief. 

Cling to the Gracious One, cling in thy 

Cling to the Faithful One, He will sus- 

2 Cling to the Loving One, cling in thy 


Cling to the Living One, through all be- 

Cling to the Pardoning One, He speaketh 

Cling to the Healing One, anguish shall 
cease. - 

3 Cling to the Bleeding One, cling to his 

Cling to the Risen One, in him abide. 
Cling to the Coming One, hope shall 

^ling to the Reigning One, joy lights 

thine eyes. 

Philii) Phillips. 

5 O 7 EVENTIDK. 10s. 

ABIDE with r.^.c: fast falls the eventide* 
The darkness deepens: Lord, with nic 

When other helpers fail, and comforts 

Help of the helpless, O abide ^fith me. 

m thy 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories past; 

Change and decay in all around I see: 
thou who changest not, abide with me. 

.3 I need thy presence every passing hour: 
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's 

Who like thyself my guide and stay can 

Through cloud and sunshine. Lord, abide 

with me. 

4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: 

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitter- 

WlTere is death's sting, where, grave, thy 

I triumph still, if thou abide with me. 

5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing 

. eyes; 
Shine through the gloom, and point me to 

the skies: 
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's 

vain shadows flee. 
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. 
W.H. Monk, 


Lyons. 10, 10, 11, 11. 

Michael Handel, 1770. 







"tU J The Plenteotjsness of Grace. 

WHAT shall I do my Saviour to praise 
So faithful and true, so plenteous in fjrace- 
So strong to deliver, so good to redeem, 
The weakest believer that hangs upon him. 

2 How happy the man whose heart is set 

The people that can be joyful in thee! 
Their joy is to walk in the light of thy 

And still they are talking of Jesus's grace. 

3 For thou art their boast, their glory, 

and power, 
And I also trust to see the glad hour, 
My soul's new creation, a life from the 

The day of salvation that lifts up my head. 

4 For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defense: 

1 trust in his word; none plucks me from 

Since I have found favor, he all things 

will do; 
My King and my Saviour shall make me 


5 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine 


Thy secret to me shall soon be made 
known; , 

For sorrow and sadness I joy shall re- 

And share in the gladness of all that be- 

Charles Wesley. 

7 r 10, 11.. 

I O Admieation foe Infinite Love. 

YE servants of God, your Master pro- 
claim ; 

And publish abroad his wonderful name; 

The name all-victorious of Jesus extol; 

His kingdom is glorious; he rules over 

2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; 
And still he is nigh: his presence we have: 
The great congregation his triumph shall 

Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 

3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the 

Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son: 
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, 
Fall down on their faces and worship the 


4 Then let us adore, and give him his 

All glory and power, all vs'isdom and 

All honor and blessing, with angels 

And thanks never ceasing, for infinite 

Charles Wesley 


Thine the Glory. 12s & 8s. 195 




Ot^O The Lord WILL Provide. 
THOUGH troubles assail, and dangers 

Though friends should all fail, and foes 

all unite. 
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, 
The promise assures us, "The Lord will 


2 The birds, without barn or storehouse, 

are fed; 
From them let us learn to trust for our 

His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be 

So long as 'tis written, "The Lord will 


3 When Satan appears to stop up our 

And fills us with fears, we triumph by 

He cannot take from us (though oft he 

has tried) 
The heart-cheering promise, "The Lord 

will provide." 

4 He tells us we are weak, — our hope is in 

The good that we seek we ne'er shall ob- 

• tain: 
But when such suggestions our graces 

have tried, 
This answers all questions, "The Lord 

will provide." 

5 No strength ot our own, nor goodness 

we claim : 
Our trust is all thrown on Jesus' name; 
In this uur strong tower for safety we^de; 
The Lord is our power, "The Lord Thrill 


6 When life sinks apace, and death is iij 

The word of his grace shall comfort us 

Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on 

our side, 
We hope to di-e shouting, "The Lord will 


\) ^O The Way Plain. 

LET all men rejoice. By Jesus restored: 

We lift up our voice. And call him our 

His joy is to bless us. And free us from 

From all that oppress, He rescues us all. 

2 Him I'rophet and King, And Priest we 

We triumph and sing Of Jesus's name: 
The ransomed he teaches To show forth 

his praise. 
And tell of the riches of Jesus's grace. 

3 No matter how dull The scholar whom he 
Takes into his school, And gives him to see: 
A wonderful fashion Of teaching he hatli, 
And wise to salvation He makes us 

through faith, 


Clinging to the Cross. 

Rev. B. M. Adams. 

§T-^ ^>-d^ * 1^ 



E. T. Coffin. 

» — K — N — S — ^ ^ - j 

1. Sad and wca-ry with my long - injjjFilled with Fliaitie because of sin; 

2. O tliejoy of kiiow-hig Je - sus, It is dawuiiiff on uiy soul; 

3. O re-line me by thy Spir - it, Make my earth-ly life sub-lime; 





As I am in conscious weak-ness. Here I "would sal- va - ti on win. 
I am find-inghis sal - va - ti(»n,Andthepo\v'r11iatmakesme whole. 
"With my heart a home for Je - sus, Till I'm done with earth and time. 




All I have I leave for Je - sus; I am counting it but dross; 



I the Mas - tor, I am clinging to the cross: 

M.' -« -m- -*- :g:' A Jt. - J 

Among the Billows. 


J. G. T. 

Arr. and har. by J. G. T. 

1. Tho' thy bark is out a - mong the hil - lows, And the 

2. Je - sus comes to thee a - cross the wa - ters, Hark ! his 

3. Once on board, he'll hush the rag - ing tern - pest, In 

storm IS rag - ing high; And tho' faint thou art with row -ing, 

voice IS full of cheer; He lights up tlie gloom - y shad-ows, 

qui - et bring the waves, All thy fears and toils be o - ver; 

Glo-ry, glo-ry, help is nigh! 
<^^o-ry, glo-ry, do not fear! 
Glo-ry, glo-ry, Je - sus saves! 


Let the dark clouds gath- 


Si :-:■.-«. 


er, Let the white foam fly; He is here, who gave us 



Who ruled the storm - y sea in days gone by. 


The Last Call 


Arr. & J.Q. T. 


1. 'Tis the last call of mer-cy, That lin - gers for thee;1 

Je - sus now flee!/ 

Q come, come,come 



oft -en has called thee, But thou hast re - fused; 


Cho. O cone, come, come, come, come. For you thtre still is room; 




of - fered sal - va - tion And love is 




come, come, come, come, come to Je - sus, come now I 

"2 It thou slightest this warning. 

Now offered at last, 
Thine will be the sad mourning, 

"The harvest is past. 
Salvation I've slighted, 

The summer is o'er, 
And now there is pardon. 

Sweet pardon no more." • 

.'} 'Tis the last call of mercy. 

Oh, turn not away, 
For now swiftly hasteth 

The dread vengeance day! 
The Spirit invites you. 

And pleads with you, come! 
Oh, come to life's waters. 

Nor thirstingly roam! 

4 'Tis the last call of mercy, 

Oh, steel not thy heart. 
For now she is rising. 

From earth to depart! 
The last note is sounding, 

The judgment is nigh! 
The Bridegroom is coming, 

Obey lest ye die. 

5 'Tis the last call of mercy. 

That lingers for thee. 
Break away from thy bondage, 

O sinner, be free! 
Be not a sad mourner, 

"The harvest is past. 
The summer is ended," 

And perish at last. 

Loose the Cable, Let Me Go. 8s & 7s. 199 

Melody bT J. W. Dadmun. Words by Chislon. 

Arr. by A. S. Allen. 

1 No more work-ing in the vine-yard, No more struggling in the 

-f —0—r,m ^ fS ^-^-\ -p:- 

Sweet - ly o'er my faint-ing spir - it Peace from heaven seems to flow; 



Seek no lon-ger to de- tain me, Loose the ca - ble, let me go. 

Holy angels round me hover, 

Their lic,'ht forms I almost see; 
Golden harp and crown immortal 

They are holding out to me; 
Endless joys, eternal pleasures, 

Soon on me they will bestow; 
From their presence do not keep me, 

Loose the cable, let me go. 

3 But a little season only. 

Ere the hearts that here are one, 
Shall forever be united 

In the realm beyond the sun. 
Love cannot be quenched by dying. 

But will stronger, purer grow; 
Wipe away the tears at parting, 

Loose the cable, let me go. 

4 When so near the Holy City, 

Even at its pearly gate. 
While its.songs are v/afted to me. 

Would you have me longer wait? 
O, the joy that fills this moment, 

O, the happiness I know! 

Seek no longer to detain me, 
Loose the cable, let me go! 


The Dying Cheistian. 

HAPPY soul, thy days are ending, 

All thy mourning days below; 
Go, — the angel guards attending,— 

To the sight of Jesus go. 
Waiting to receive thy spirit, 

Lo! the Saviour stands above; 
Shows the purchase of his merit, 

Reaches out the crown of love. 

2 Struggle through thy latest passion, 

To thy great Redeemer'sbreast; 
To his uttermost salvation. 

To his everlasting rest. 
For the joy he sets before thee. 

Bear a momentary pain. 
Die, to live a life of glory; 

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 

Charles Wesley. 


Watchman. 8s & 7s. 

From " New Gelden Censer." Biglow & Main. 


1. Watchman tell me does the morn-ing Of fair Z 

Have the signs that mark his com-ing Yet up - on my pathway shone 
D. c. Spurn the un-be-lief that bound thee, Morning dawns, A-rise, a - rise. 

ou'sglo-ry dawn;) 

2 Sea the glorious light ascending 
Of the grand Sabbatic year; 

Hark! the voices loud proclaiming 
The Messiah's kingdom near. 

Watchman! yes; I see just yonder, 
Canaan's glorious heights arise; 

Salem, too, appears in grandeur, 
Towering 'neath her sunlit skies. 

3 Pilgrim, in that golden city, 
Seated in the jasper throne, 

Zion's King, arrayed in beauty, 
Reigns in peace from zone to zone. 

There, on verdant hills and mountains, 
Where the golden sunbeams play. 

Purling streams and crystal fountains, 
Sparkle in th' eternal day. 

4 Pilgrim, see! the light is beaming. 
Brighter still upon thy way; 

Signs thro' all the earth are gleaming, 

Omens of thy coming day. 
When the last loud trumpet sounding. 

Shall awake from earth and sea. 
All the saints of God now sleeping, 

Clad in immortality. 

5 Watchman, lo! the land we're nearing. 
With its vernal fruits and flowers; 

On just yonder; O how cheering! 

Bloom forever Eden bowers. 
Hark! the choral strains are ringing. 

Wafted on the balmy air; 
See the millions! hear their singing! 

Soon the pilgrims will be there. 

Land of Beuiah. 

I AM dwelling on the mountain 
Where the golden sunlight gleams 

O'er a land whose wondrous beauty, 
Far exceeds my fondest dreams; 

Where the air is pure, ethereal, 
Laden with the breath of flowers 

Thet are blooming by the fountain, 
'Neath the amaranthine bowers. 

Cho.— O yes, this is the land of Beuiah, 
Blessed blessed land of light, 
Where the flowers bloom forever, 
And the sun is always bright. 

2 I can see far down the mountain, 

Where [ wandered weary years. 
Often hindered in my journey, 

By the ghosts of doubts and fears, 
Broken vows and disappointments 

Thickly sprinkled all the way; 
But the Spirit led unerring, 

To the land I hold to-day. 

15 I am drinking at the fountain. 

Where I ever would abide; 
For I've tasted life's purp river. 

And my soul is satisfied; 
There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, 
Nor adorning rich and gay; 
For I've found a richer treasure, 

One that f adeth not away. 

•i Tell me not of heavy crosses, 

Nor of burdens hard to bear; 
For I find this great salvation. 

Makes each burden light appear; 
And I love to follow Jesus, 

Gladly counting all liut dross, 
Worldly honors all forsaking. 

For the glory of the Cross. 

5 O! the Cross has wondrous glory, 

Oft I've proved this to be true; 
When I'm in the way so narrow, 

I can see a pathway through;.. 
And how sweetly Jesus whispers, 

"Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, 
I have trod this way before thee," 

And the glory lingers near. 

Blessed are the Poor in Spirit. 201 

J. G. T. 
1 Come to me, ye heav-y - la - den; I will sure - ly give you rest, 

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Ch.o. Bless ed are the poor in spir-it, Chil-dren of the low-ly One; 

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Lay a - side thy wea-ry bur-den; Lean up -on my lov-ing breast. 
D. s. Learn of me, I'm meek and low-ly; O this mo-ment do be - gin. 

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They shall wear a croivn of glo - ry, When their work on earth is done. 

Take my eas - y yoke up- on thee, Break the cru - el yoke of sin; 

2 The' my throne is in the Heavens; 

And the earth beneath my feet, 
Heaven and earth cannot contain me, 

And no place is for me meet; 
Yet my eyes are on the lowly, 

In their hearts I choose a place; 
They shall reign for ever with me; 

They shall stand before my face. 

3' Like a little child come to me; 

Listen to my every word; 
Taking what I offer freely 

Trusting me your only Lord. 
I will give to you the kingdom. 

Righteousness and peace and joy; 
Honors, far above earth's brightest; 

Wealth indeed without alloy. 

4 Would'st thou bring to me an offerinj; 

Pour oblations at my feet? 
I will tell thee what is precious, 

What to me I deem most sweet. 
'Tis a broken, contrite spirit; 

One that trembles at my word; 
Oi^e that %vill obey me ever; 

Trust me as its gracious Lord. 

5 I am waiting to receive thee; 

Open are my loving arms. 
I have died that I might win thee; 

Spread for thee my richest charms 
O come quickly to your Saviour, 

Ere he grieved shall turn away; 
Clese for you the door of mercy, 

End for you the gospel day» 


Bare to Do Right. 

Rev. G. L. Taylob. 

W. B. BradBU-.y. 


1. Dare to do right! Dare to be true! 

:!. Dare to do right! Dare to he true! 

4. Dare to do right! Dare to be true! 

You have a work that no 
0th - er men'sliiilures can 
God, who ere - a - ted you 

oth - er can do, Do it so bravely, so kind-ly, so well, 
uev - er save you, Stand ))y your conscience, your hon-or, your faith, 
cares lor you too; Trcasuresthe tears that his striv-ing ones shed, 

An - gels will hasten the sto-ry to tell. 

Htand like a he-ro, and bat-tie till death, 

Counts and protects ev'ry hair of your liead. 

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Dare, dare, dare to do right. 
Dare, etc. 
Dare, etc 




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4 Dare to do right! Dare to be true! 

Keep the grt-at judgment seat always in view: 
Look at your work as j'ou'll look at it then — 
Scanned by Jehovah, and angels and men. 
Dare, dare, etc. 

5 Dare to do right! Dare to be true! 

Jesus, your Savior, will carry you through; 
City, and mansion, and throne all in sight, 
Can you not dare to Ije true and do right? 
Dare, dare, etc. 

Oh, Where are the Reapers? 20 o 

Eken E. Rexfokd. 

Geo. F. Root. 

1. Oh where are the reap-ers that gar- ner in The sheaves of the good 

2. Go' out in the by-ways and search them all; The wheat may be there. 

3. The fields are all ripening, and far and wide The world now is wait- 
4 So come with your .sickles, ye sous of men, Audgath-er to-geth- 

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from the fields of sin; With sick-les of truth must the work be done, 

tho' the weeds are tall; Then search in the highway, and passnoneby, 

ing the har-vest tide: But reap ers are lew, and the work is great, 

er the o-o Id-en grain; Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come, 

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And no one may rest till the ' 'harvest home. ' 
But gath - er from all for the home on high. 
And much will be lost should the harvest wait. 
Then share ye His joy in the "'harvest home." 

Where are the reapers! Oh, 

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who will come And share in the glo-ry of the "harvest home?" Oh, 



who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good from the fields of sin. 



Rev. o. G. Teerill. 

New Beulah Land. 

Rev. F. A. Smith. 


1. I've found aland of pure delight,Undimin'd by sin and sorrow's night, 

2. 'Tis here the Com-fort-er a-bid«^s, And Je-sus in the heart re-sides; 

3. Rest-ing niehere in Hissweet will, I find mystrengthin be-ing still; 

4. In bless-ed fcl-low-ship di- vine, Je-sus with all His saintsare mine; 

5. Its hills and dales,and rucks and springs, And ev'ryjoyous tongue that sings; 

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Wheredwell a ho - ly, hap - iiy band, To whom it s known as Beulah Land. 

And bow-ing to His sweet command, I joy - ful dwell in Beulah Land. 

Whilefaith lookso"ef Hiskingdomgrand, And shoutsfor joy in Beulah Land. 

And gnid - ed by a kind - ly hand, I roam thro' all this Benlah Land. 

With all that's sweet and all that's grand. Make me to love this Beulah Land. 

O Beu-lah Land ! So bright and fair! O how I love thy 

O Beulah Land; So bright and fair! Ohowllove 


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Copyright, 1889, hy F. A. Smith. By per. 

He that G-oeth Forth, and Weepeth. 205 

J., E. Hall. 

Rev. p. a. Smith. 
r. by Mrs. H. W. Williamp. 

1. He that go - eth forth and weep-eth, Bear-ing pre-cions seed, Let him 

2. He that go - eth forth and weepeth, Trust-iug in the Lord; Let him 

3. He that go- eth forth and weep- eth, All a-glow with/oi'c; Oft - en- 

4. He that go - eth forth and weep-eth, Je - sus nev-er leaves; Doubtless 

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know that as he sow-eth To the sin-ner'sneed, So he'll reap, 
know that all ye sow-eth Of the precious 'Word, That he'll reap, 
times, e'cu while he sow-eth Hearts be-gin to move; So he'll reap, 
he'll re - turn re - joic-ing! Bringing home his sheaves, Thus he'll 

Sow-ing now sow 

Sow - ing now, 


reap -ing by and by; Weep-ing now; 

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Weep - ing 

now. Al - le - lu - ia! there' 1 be glo-ry by and by. 

weep - ing now. 

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Time Speeds Away. 

Arr. and Har. by J. G.T. 


. Time speeds a - way, a - way, a - way ; Au-oth - er hour, an-oth - er day ; 
Au-oth-er month, an-oth-er year; Drops from us like the leaflet sere; 

Drops like the life-blood from the heart; 
The tress-es from the temples fall. 

The rose-bloom from the cheeks de-part: 
Theeve grows drill aud strange to all. 


2 Time speeds away, away, away, 
Like torrents in a stormy day; 
He undermines the stately tower, 
Uproots the tree, and blasts the flower; 
He tears from our distracted breasts 
The friends we loved, the friends that 

And leaves us weeping on the shore, 
To which *hey can return no more. 

3 Time speeds away, away, away; 
No eagle through the sky of day. 
No winds along the hills can flee 
So swiftly or so smooth as he; 
Like fiery steeds, from stage to stage, 
He bears us on from youth to age; 
Then plunges in the fearful sea 
Of fathomless eternity. 

4 Time speeds away, away, away; 
O sinners, turn without delay. 
With rapid strides you onward go, 
Down through the tomb, to endless woe. 
The door'U be shut; make haste, make 

Tn outer darkness you'll be cast; 
Then what will be your dreadful state. 
To hearri-onounced, "Too late, toolate!' 


I.. M. 
Desieinu Co.NVicrioN 


FATHER of lights, from whom proceeds. 
"Whate'er thy every creature needs; 
Whose goodness, providently nigh. 
Feeds the young ravens when tliey cry; 
To thee I look; my heart prepare; 
Suggest, and hearken to my prayer. 

2 Since by thy light myself I see 
Naked, and poor, and void of thee, 
Thine eyes must all my thoughts survey. 
Foreseeing what my lips would say: 
Thou seest my wants; for help they call; 
And, ere I speak, thou knowcst them all. 

3 Fain would I know, as known by thee, 
And feel the poverty I see; 

Fain would I all my vileness own. 
And deep beneath the burden groan; > 
Abhor the pride that lurks within, 
Detest and loathe myself and sin, 

4 Ah, give me. Lord, myself to feel; 
My total misery reveal: 

Ah, give me, Lord, I still would say, 
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray. 
My business this, my only care, 
My life my every breath, be prayer. 

C. Wesley. 


Blessed Bible. 



Har. by J. G. T. 
_ Fine. 


L Bless-ed Bi-ble! how I love kl How it doth my spir - it cheer! "^ 

What hath earth like this to covet? O what stores of wealth are here! J 

D.c. Could he from earth'streasures borrow, Tillhis way was cheered by this. 

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Man was lost and doomed to sorrow, Not one ray of light or bliss, 

2 Yes, I'll to my bosom press thee; 
Precious Word! I'll hide thee here! 

Sure my very heart will bless thee, 
For thou ever say'st, "Good cheer!" 

Speak, my heart, and tell thy pond'rings. 
Tell how far thy rovings led. 

When this book brought back thy 
Speaking life as from the dead. 

3 Yes, sweet Bible! I will hide thee 
Deep, yes, deeper in this heart; 

Thou through all my life will guide me. 
And in death sve will not part! 

Part in death! no never, never! 
Through death's vale I'll lean on thee; 

Then in worlds above forever, 
Sweeter still thy truths shall be. 

Phoebe Palmer. 

Cheee Thee, BEOTHr 

8s & 7s. 

CHEER thee, brother— art thou weary. 

Toiling in a thirsty land? 
Tho' the soil be rough and sterile. 

Plant thy seed with bounteous hand. 

Cho. Work and watch- with every hour, 
Thou shalt labor not in vain, 
Sown in weakness, raised in power, 
Thou shalt reap thy shock of grain. 

2 Do thy warnings seem unheeded? 

Words like drops of rain may fall, 
And thy warnings, if repeated, 

May an erring soul recall. 

3 Brother, do not be discouraged; 

Shouldst thou gather for the Lord 
One bright sheaf to crown the harvest, 

Would it not thy toil reward? 

4 Dost thou pray in faith believing, 
When a cloud is o'er thee cast? 

God perhaps may stay the answer, 
But 't will surely come at last. 

Fannie Crosuyc 

Cheistian Woek. 

GOD, who gave us "each a talent, 
To employ it gave command; 

If we hide it in a napkin. 
He will claim it at our hand. 

Chok. Let us then be up and doing. 

Keeping still this truth in view, 
Tho' our path be e'er so humblSj 
We have all a work to do. 

2 With the heralds of the Gospel; 

If we can not bear a part, 
A'e can drop a word of kindness 

That may reach some careless heart 

3 We may touch a chord of feeling 
Guilt and sin have lulled to sleep; 

To the blessed fold of Jesus 

We may bring some wand'riug sheep 

208 Depth of Mercy. 7s. 

Moderato Legato. 

W. H. Roberts. 

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) God is love, I know, I fei 
\ Jesus weeps and lo?e8mo Btill; 


Je - BUS weeps, lie weeps and Iotcs me still 

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Passing Away. 

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1. To - day if you will hear his voice, Now is the time to 
Say, will you to Mount Zi - on co? Say, will you love t/his 


way, "We are pass - ing a - way to the great judg-ment day. 

2 Will you be saved from guilt and pain? 
Will you with Christ forever reign? 
Say, will you be forever blest? 

Will you with Christ forever rest? 

3 Why rush in carnal pleasures on? 
■yVhy inadly plunge in sorrow down? 

Say, will you to Mount Zion go? 
Say, will you have this Christ or no? 

4 Your sports, and all your glittering toys' 
Compared to our celestial joys, 
Like momentary dreams appear; 
Come, go with us — your souls are deay^ 

And bore my sius, a dread-ful load. Up Cal-vaiy's rugged mountain. 
D.s. While pain extreme his nature rung. And poured life's crimson fountain. 

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There on the cross he mournful hung, The sport of many an impious tongue. 


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Kestinci in Jesus. 

HOLY Saviour, Friend unseen, 
Since on thy arm thou biddest me lean 
Help me throughout life's varying scene. 

By faith to rest in thee. 

2 Blest with this fellowship divine. 
Take what thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine. 
E'en as the branches in the vino 

My soul shall rest in thee. 

3 Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed, 
Here has she found her place of rest; 
An exile still, though not unblessed. 

While she can rest in thee. 

4 Without a murmur I dismiss 
My former dreams of earthly bliss. 
My joy, my consolation this. 

Each hour to rest in thee. 

5 Though faith and hope may long be 


1 ask not, need not, aught beside; 
How safe, how calm, how satisfied. 

The soul that rests on thee. 

fi They fear not Satan, nor tlic grave, 
Tliey feel thee near and strong to save; 
Nor dread to cross e'en death's cold wave, 
Because they rest in thee. 

Cliavlotte Elliott, 


U O liOVE TO Christ Crucified. 

1 LOVE the holy Son of God, 
Who once this vale of sorrow trod, 
And bore our sins, a dreadful load, 

On Calvary's sacred mountain; 
There on the cross he mournful hung, 
The sport of many an impious tongue, 
While pains immense his nature wrung, 

And streamed life's crimson fountain. 

2 Ne'er was, nor shall be such distress, 
Nor such amazing proof as this. 

Of mercy, love and tenderness. 

That our Redeemer's given; 
Not one, among the hosts above, 
Can comprehend the matchless love 
^\hich did within his bosom move 

And bring him down from heaven. 

3 How ardent ought my love to be 
For him who's done so much for me; 
My service constant, faithful, free, 

And all my powers employing; 
I ought his cross with pleasure bear, 
And place my all of glory there. 
In his reproach most gladly share. 

In tribulation joying. 

4 And never shall it be concealed. 
He hath himself in me revealed; 
For all my sins a pardon sealed; 

I feel his blessed favor: 
In him I do and will rejoice, 
I'll praise him with a cheerful voice, 
Until the theme my tongue employs 

In heaven above forever. 

RftV. Af5a AheL 


Bethany. 6464, 6664. 

Dr. L. Mason. 


Neaeee, my God. to Thee. 

NEARER, my God, to thee! 

Nearer to thee. 
E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me; 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee! 

2 Though like the wanderer, 
Daylight all gone. 

Darkness be over me. 

My rest a stone; 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee! 

3 There let the way appear. 
Steps up to heaven; 

All that thou sendest me, 

In mercy given; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee! 

i Then, with my waking thoughts, 

Bright with thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to thee. 

Nearer to theel 

5 Or if, on joyful wing 
Cleaving the sky. 

Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly. 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee. 

Nearer to thee! 

6 Thou by whose cross I rise, 
Saviour benign! 

Help me to grasp the prize. 

That life divine: 
May I thy glory see, 
And be eternally 

Nearer to thee! 

Sarah F. Adams, & A. B. Garrett 

Fountain of Light Divine. Cs &*u> 

FOUNTAIN of life divine! 

Thee we adore; 
We would be wholly thine 

For evermore; . 
Freely forgive our sin, 
Grant heavenly peace within, 

Thy light restore. 

2 Though to our faith unseen. 
While darkness reigns. 
On thee alone we lean 
While life remains; 
By thy free grace restored. 
Our souls shall bless the Lord 
In joyful straiasl 


Jesus, My All. 


1. Lord, at thy mer - cy-seat, Hum - bly I fall, Plead-ing Thy 

2. Tears of re - pent - ant grief Si - lent - ly fall: Hear thou my 

3. Wash me and make me clean — Pure as thou art; Each* root and 




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promise sweet, Lord, hear my call: Now letThy work be-gin,0 make me 

un - be -lief. Hear Thou my call;Oh, howl pine for Thee!' Ti sail my 

seed of sin Take from my heart; Make mo, in thought and word, Like un-to 


pure with-in. Cleanse me from ev - 'ry sin, Je - bus, my all. 
hope, my plea, Je -sus has died for me, Je - sus, my all. 
Thee,my Lord; Then be Thy grace a^dored For ev - er - more. 

Jesus, my Lord. 

JESUS, thy name I love, 
Jesus, my Lord! 

All other names above, 
Jesus, my Lord! 

Oh, thou art all to me! 

Nothing to please I see, 

Nothing apart from thee, 
Jesus, my Lord! 

2 Thou blessed Son of God, 

Jesus, my Lord! 
Hast bought me with thy blood, 
.. Jesus, my Lord! 
Oh! how great is thy love. 
All other loves above. 
Love that I daily prove, 

Jesus, my Lord! 

3 When unto thee I flee, 

Jesus, my Lord! 
Thou wilt my refuge be, 

Jesus, my Lord! 
What need I now to fear? 
What earthly grief or care, 
Since thou art ever near, 

Jesus, my Lordl 

4 Soon thou wilt come again! 

Jesus, my Lord! 
I shall be happy then, 

Jesus, my Lord! 
Then thine own face I'll see. 
Then I shall like thee be. 
Then ever more with thee, 

Jesus, my Lord! 

Is Jesus Thine ? 

Gs & 4s. 

SAY, hast thou found a friend? 

Is Jesus thine? 
His love shall never end — 

Is Jesus thine? 
Earth's pleasures may decrease, 
All human friendship cease, 
Wouldst thou have lasting peace? 

Take Jesus thine. 

2 He is a friend indeed — 

Is Jesus thine? 
He'll be the friend you need — 

Is Jesus thine? 
He's knocking — let him in! 
There's no other friend like him, 
He'll cleanse your soul from sin; 

Take Jesus thine. 

212 Allandale. C. M. 

Har. by J. G. T. 


1.' 'Go bring me" said the dy- ing fair, "With anguish in her tone, "», 

"Thos'e cost - ly robesaudjew- els rare, Go bring them ev-'ry one!" ) 




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rhey strewed them ou her dy-ing bed, Those robes of prince-ly cost; 

"Fa-ther,"with bitter - ness she said, "For these my soul is lost!" 

2 With glorious hopes I once was blest 
Nor feared the gaping tomb; 

With heaven already in my breast 
I looked for heaven to come. 

I heard a Saviour's pardoning voice, 
My soul was filled with peace; 

Father, you bought me with these toys; 
I bartered heaven for these. 

3 Taise them, they are the price of blood 
For them I lost my soul; 

For them must bear the wrath of God, 

While ceaseless ages roll: 
Remember, when you look on these, 

Your daughter's fearful doom; 

That she, her pride and thine to please, 
Went quaking to the tomb. 

4 "Go bear them from my sight and 
Your gifts I here restore; 
Keep them with care,— they cost you 
They cost your daughter more. 
Look at them every rolling year 

Upon my dying day. 
And drop for me the burning tear — " 
She said, and sunk away. 


PooE Pilgrims. 

WHAT poor despised company 

Of travelers are these. 
That walk in yonder narrow way. 

Along that rugged maze? 


I'd rather be the least of them. 
Who are the Lord's alone. 

Than wear a royal diadem, 
And sit upon a throne, 

3 Ah, these are of a royal line, 
All children of ft» 

Heirs of immortal crowns divine, 
And lo! for joy they sing. 

3 Why do they then appear so mean, 
And why so much despis'd? 

Because of their rich robes unseen, 
The world is not appris'd. 

4 But why keep they that narrow road. 
That rugged, thorny maze? 

Why, that's the way their leader trod. 
They love to keep his ways. 

5 Unknown of men they walk with God; 
His name their foreheads bear; 

And homeward to their blest abode. 
They press by faith and prayer, 

World of Light. S. M. 2l3 

From the Timbrel by per. Words and Music by O. Snow. 

1 There is a beau - ti-ful world, Wbere saints and angels sing, A world v/here 



peace and pleasure reigns, And heav'nlypraises ring. We'll be there, we'llbe there; 



Palms of victTy, Crowns of glory we shall wear, In that beautiful world on high. 

2 There is a beautiful world,' 
Where sorrow never comes; 

A world where tears shall never fall 
In sighing for our home. 

3 There is a beautiful world, 
Unseen to mortal sight. 

And darkness never enters there: 
That home is fair and bright. 

i There is a beautiful world 

Of harmony and love; 
Oh! may we safely enter there. 

And dwell with God above. 

Peodigal's Aeeival. 

Tone AUandale. Page 212. 
H! I have spent my all in sin. 

My fears begin to 
All wretchedness and dark within, 
I dai"e not lift my eyes. 

O my injured Jesus, 
Lamb for sinners slain, [home, 
Though I have wandered from my 
I would come back again. 

2 These wretched husks I cannot l)ear, 
While Father's house is full; 
I see my distant home afar, 
But Oh! my spirit fails. 

Oh! my injured Jesus, 

Lamb for sinners slain, [home. 
Though I have wandered from my 
I am coming back rgain. 

! tattered robes, how bad they look 
What will my Father say? 
Oh! can he take his lost one back? 
Oh! will he hear me pray? 

O my Redeemer! 

Saviour crucified! 
All foul and guilty as I am, 
I am coming to thy side. 

4 Yes I will take my journey back, 

Unto my Father's home; 

I'll say I've sinned in thy sight, 

And lol I am undone. 

() friend of pilgrims, 
Lam b for sinners slain. 

I'm on my way to Father's home, 

I am coming back again. 

I If I could see my Father's face, 
And pledge my humble vows, 
I'd only ask a servant's place 
Within my Father's house 
AUe., Alle., Allelujah 
My Saviour's reconciled. 
He sees me coming from afar, 
And runs to meet his child. 

) My Father clasps me to his breast, 
He owns me in my rags; 
He kills for me the fatted calf, 
And clothes, me with his robe. 

Alio., Alio., AUolujah. 

My Father's reconciled! 
For me the house will now rejoice, 
My Father owns his child. 


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Entire Conseoeation. 

O WHO'LL stand up for Jesus, 

The lowly Nazarene? 
And raise the blood-stained banner 

Amid the hosts of sin? 

The cross for Christ I'll cherish, 

Its crucifixion bear; 
All hail! reproach and sorrow, 

If Jesus leads me there. 

2 O who will follow Jesus 
Amid reproach and shame? 

Where others shrink and falter 
Who'll glory in his name? 

3 Though fierce may rage the battle, 
And wild the storms may blow, — 

Though friends may go forever, 
I will with Jesus go. 

4 My all to Christ I've given, 
My talents, time, and voice; 

Myself, my reputation. 
The lone way is my choice. 

5 O Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, 
My all-sufficient Friend! 

Come, fold me to thy bosom, 
E'en to the journey's end. 

L. Hartsough. 

Earnestly Seeking. 
Tune:— Lischer. Page 125. 

COME, my fond fluttering heart; 

Come, you must now be free; 
Thou and the world must part. 

However hard it be: 
My weeping passions owns 'tis just, 
Yet cling still closer to the dust. 

2 Ye tempting sweets forbear, 

Ye dearest idols fall: 
My love you cannot share. 

For Jesus must have all. 
'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart, 
But oh! you must consent, my heart. 

3 Ye fair enchanting throng; 

Ye golden dreams, farewell; 
Earth has prevailed too long; 

Now I must break the spell. 
Go, cherished joys of early years; 
Jesus, forgive these parting tears. 

4 Welcome, thou bleeding cross; 

Thou only way to God: 
My former gains were loss; 

My path was folly's road; 
At last my heart is undeceived, 
The world is given and God received. 


The Wanderer. 


Har. by J. G. T. 

1. I left my heav'n-ly Fa - ther, And ram-bled far a -way 

Where clouds and darkness gath - er, A - round the soul a - stray, 

I have long been a wan - d'rer, But now I'm on my way, 

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To seek my Fa - ther's house, There, there to stay. 

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2 My heart His counsel spurning 

On folly madly bent- 
Far from His presence turning, 

Sad years of sin I spent. 

3 Reduced to want and sorrow, 

My patrimony fled, 
I could not beg nor borrow 

A single crumb of bread; 

4 My sins had nigh undone 
I cried, Where shall I flee? 

My Father may disown me, 
But I will go and see. 

5 To Him my sins confessin<^ 
Relying on His grace, 

I'll ask a lowly blessing — 
An humble servant's place. 

6 There I will stay my himger, 
His gates are almost seen; 

My faith is getting stronger, 
That he will let me in. 

7 Once safe within His jwrtals, 
My sorrows will be o'er; 

The happiest of mortals, 
I'll wander never more. 

216 My Friend. 

F. A. M. Rev. F. A. Miller 





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That the feet that •will follow Je-sns, Will be wea-ry oft, and torn; 

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O, let me walk with Je-sus, He has been a friend to me; 

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For he fills my heart with gladness, And he saves and keeps me free. 

Copyright, 1886, by T. B. Arnold. 


S They say there are heavy crosses, 

And burdens tnany to bear: 
That the way is too straight and narrow, 

And the sun shines seldom there ; 
But around the cross there's glory, 

And his strong arm bears my load. 
And his loving smile is sunshine, 

And he gives me naught but good. 

3 They tell me the way is threatened 

With clouds and many a storm; 
But I hide in the "Rock of Ages," 

Until all without is calm. 
If my cup is sometimes liitter, 

'Tis because "He knows" its best; 
He but lets my feet grow weary. 

That I may have sweeter rest. 



4 Oh, hearts that are crushed with sorrow, 

Whose eyes with weeping are dim ; 
Weep not, for the Master calleth; 

Bring your ioad of grief to him: 
For he soothes the brow of sorrow. 

And he calms the heaving breast. 
And he heals the broken-hearted. 

And ho gives the weary rest. 

(Last Chorus.) 

O come and walk with Jesus, 

He will be a friend to thee; 
He will till thy heart with gladness. 

He will save and keep thee free. 

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1 Who are these in bright array, This ex-ult-ing, happy throng, 
Koundtheal-tarnigiitandday.Singingone [omit) triumphnnt song? 

' They have clean robes, white rubes, White robes are waiting for me! 

Yes, clean robes, white robes, Wash'd in the blood of {omit) the Lamb. 

2 These thro' fiery trials trod. 
These from great afflictions came; 

Now, before the throne of God, 
Sealed with his almighty name. 

3 Clad in raiment pure and white, 
Victor palms in every hand, 

Through their great Redeemer's might. 
More than conquerors they stand. 

4 .Joy and gladness banish sighs. 
Perfect love dispels all fears; 

And forever from their eyes 
God shall wipe away all tears. 


For Reviving Geaoe. 

LIGHT of life, seraphic fire, 
Love divine, thyself impart: 

Every fainting soul inspire; 

Shine in every drooping heart: 
Every mournful sinner cheer; 

Scatter all our guilty gloom: 
Son of God, appear! appear! 

To thy human temples come. 

2 Come in this accepted hour; 

Bring thy heavenly kingdom in; 
Fill us with thy glorious power. 

Rooting out the seeds of sin: 
Nothing more can we require, 

We will covet nothing less; 
Be thou all our hearts' desire. 

All our joy, and all our peace. 

C. Wesley. 


Jesns and 1 

Ella Bute. Har by J. G. T. 

1 While cling • ing to Je - sus with un-yieldiug hold, How sweet-ly I 

2 The storm niuy be fear - ful tmd tri - als se - vere, No bow in the 

3 Tho' lone and for-sak - en, a sub-ject of jeer, No fh-ther'spro- 

4 Con - ten - tion and strife in the world may prevail, True kindness and 

dwell in that heav-en-ly fold; Our un -ion is perfect, all 
heav - ens to com-fort or cheer; Dark clouds of teinp-ta-tions may 
tec - tion, no moth-er's warm tear; No broth-er, or sis - ter. or 
love may ev - 'ry-where fail; In uu - ion im-mor-tal con- 

foes we de - fy. We cling to each oth-er, my Je - sus and I. 

spread o'er the sky, We'll cliug to each oth-er, my Je - sus and I. 

kin-dred be nigh. We'll cling to each oth er, my Je - sus aud I. 

tin - ued on high, We'll cling to each oth-er, my Je - sus aud I. 

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Slow and icith feeling- 


'T/ie Harvest m/^j^."— Bible. 

F. A. Miller. 

1 Lost to the sound of the Spir - it's sweet call, L( st to the 

2 Lost a - mid ser-mons where Sab-bath light gleamed. Lost'mid the 

3 Lost to earth's pleasures that once the soul won. Lost, earth's fund 

4 Lost to the home where the ho - ly shall dwell, Lost to the 

5 Lost where the bil - lows of tor - meut e'er roll, Lost where God's 

gift of God's " Ran-som for all," Lost in e - ter - nal gloom 
plead-ings of God's own re.deemed, Lost while the fam - i - ly 
friend-ship to sor - row a - lone. Lost a - mid ru - ined hopes 
songs that the ran-somed shall swell. Lest to the cit - y that 
wrath-flame en - vel - opes the soul, Lost where no gleam of hope 



wrought by the fall. Lost! There is par - don no more. 

al - tar's light streamed, Lost! The fond plead-ings are o'er. 

ev - er un - done. Lost! The en - chaiit-ment is o'er. 

hears no death-knell. Lost! Dear ones beck - on no more. 

comes to con - sole, Lost in e - ter - ni-ty's gloom! 



Lost ! 

Lost! Lost! Lost! There is par-don no more. 

Lost! T,ost! Lost! The fond pleadings are o'er. 

Lost! i/>st! Lost! The eii-chant-ment is o'er. 

Lost! Lost! Lost! Dear ones beck -on no more. 

Los< 1 Lost! Lost in e - ter - ni-ty's gloom! 

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Deliverance will Come. 

J. B. M. 


Rev. J. B. Matthias, 1836. 



f I saw a wayworu trav-'ler In tat - tei'd garments clad, 
\ His back was la - den heav - y , His strength was ;tl - most gone, 
I The snm-mer sun was shin-ing, The sweat was on his brow, 
\ But he kept pressing on-ward, For he was wending home; 
f The soug-sters in the ar - bor, That stood be-side the way, 
t His watch word be - ing "Onward 1" He stopped his ears and ran, 

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And struggling up the mountain, 

Yet he shout-ed as he journeyed, 

His garments worn and dust - y, 

Still shout-iug as he journeyed, 

At - tract -ed his at-ten-tion, 

ill shout-ing as he journeyed, 

It seemed that he was sad ; \ 
De - liv - er-auce will come. J 
His step seemed ver -y slow: 1 
De - liv - er-ance will come. J 
In - vit - ing his de - lay: \ 
De - liv - er-ance will come. J 


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Then palms of vic-to-ry, crowns of glory, Palms of vie- to-ry I shall wear. 



4 I saw him in the evening, 

The sun was bending low; 
He'd overtopped the mountain, 

And reached the vale below: 
He saw the golden city, — 

His everlasting home, — 
And shouted loud, Hosanna, 

Deliverance will come! 

5 While gazing on that city, 
Just o'er the narrow flood, 

A band of holy angels 

Came from the throne of God: 

They bore him on their pinions 
Safe o'er the dashing foam. 

And joined him in his triumph- 
Deliverance has come! 

6 I heard the song of triumph 

They sang upon that shore, 
Saying, Jesus has redeemed us 

To suffer nevermore: 
Then casting his eyes backward 

On the race which he had run, 
He shouted loud, Hosanna, 

Deliverance has come! 



The Christian Pilgrim. ' 

1 I'M going to Mount Zion, 

The city of my God; 
To join the ransomed millions, 

Within that blest abode. 
Enrobed in spotless garments, 

Washed white in Jesus' blood. 
They bear the pahns of victory. 

In the city of my God. 

2 I'm going to see Jesus, 

In the city of my God; 
And view him in his glory 

Without a dimming cloud; 
To take the crown and kingdom 

He purchased with his blood; 
And reign with him forever, 

In the city of my God. 

3 Thou breakest on my vision, 
() city of my God; 

Thy groves of life unfading, 
Along the crystal flood; 

Thy golden streets transparent, 
By shining millions trod. 

And all thy mystic wonders, 
O city of my God. 

4 I hear thy triumphs ringing. 
Thou city of my God; 

The voice of countless myriads. 
As mighty thunders loud; 

Which rolls the eternal anthem 
Throughout thy high abode; 

Shaking thy fixed splendors, 
city of my God. 

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J Whith-er goest thou, pilgrim stranger, Waiid 'ring tiiro' this gloomy vale' ) 
■ Know'stthou not 'tis full of dau - ger,Aud will not thy courage fail? J 

2 Pilgrim, thou hast justly call'd me, 
Passing through the waste so wide, 

But no harm will e'er befall me 
While I'm blest with such a guide. 

3 Such a guide! no guide attends thee. 
Hence for thee my fears arise; 

If some guardian power befriend thee 
'Tis unseen by mortal eyes. 

i. Yea. unseen, but still believe me, 
Such a guide ipy steps attends; 

He'll in every strait relieve me, 
He will guide me to the end. 

5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee, 
Darkly winding through the vale; 

Should its deadly waves roll o'er thee 
Would not then thy courage fail? 

6 No,that stream has nothing fri:,'litful. 
To its brink my steps I'll bend. 

Thence to plunge 'twill be delightful, 
There my pilgriuiago will end, 


The Paradise of G-od. 

Thomas H. Nklson. 

By per. 





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Oh, to range the sweet plains on the banks 
De - liglit - ful the gar -den of E - 
No night ev - er dark-ens its glo - 
There peace, like a riv - er, doth flow 
My heart and my flesh cri - eth out 


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in the bow'rsof that bliss-ful a- bode; 'Mid flow- ers a- 

more eii-chaut-ing that hometo the blest. For in- side its 

of God shout, and '•niorn-ing stars" sing; Where life-giv-ing 

-teous-uesso - ver its bos -om doth roll; There num-ber-less 

shall be freed from this bur densome clay , When on pinions sur- 

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a tree is for-bid-den; No Ser - pent to mar 

its riv - ers and fountains, And God in the midst 

their crowns are now cast-ing Be - fore the Ee-deem- 

the wings of the niorn-ing, I shall rise to the 

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Eight on then, my soul, in the 

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Copyrighted, words and music, lS(iO, l)y V. A. Dakb. 

Tlie Paradise of G-od— Concluded. 


earth shall be o'er, And thou shalt be crown 'd with a gar - land of 



Thomas H. Nelson. 

O My Soul. 

Flora BiRDSALL Nklbon. 



1. Would you al-ways conqueror be, O my soul? Gladly take what falls to 

2. "Would you when the war is o'er, O my soul? Stand upon theglo-ry 

3. Would you walk the plains of light, O my soul? Nev-er more feel sorrow's 

4. Then, when in the tight be true, O my soul;Cal-vary al-ways keep in 

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thee. O my soul? Curs - es wave loose all their stiug? f'ros-cs 

shore. O my soul? A-mongthose whom you have won'.-'! leai the 

blight, O my soul? In the pal - ace of the King. Wliile tlie 

view, O my soul? Wear the ar - mor of thy God; Chid in 

crowns of glo - ry bring? And with rapture al-ways sing, O my soul? 

Mast - er say "Well done?' ' And with them receive a crown, O my soul? 

harps of an - gels ring. There for aye with ra])ture sing, O my soul? 

vest-arc dipped in Ijlood : Tread with firmness Heaven's road, O my soul? 

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Guide to Holmess. 

I Will Follow Thee. 

■ Words aud Music by Jas. L., Elginburg, C. "W. 





1. I will fol - low thee, my Saviour, Wbeieso-e'er my lot may be; 

2. Tho' the road be rough and thoruy, Trackless as the foaming sen, 

3. Tho' 'Tis lone, and dark, and dreary, Cheerless tho' my path may be, 

4. Tho' I meet with trib-u - la-tions. Sore- ly tempted tho' I be, 

5. Tlio'thou lead'st me thro' affliction Poor, lb r-sak - en, tho' I be, 

6. Tho' to Jor - dan's rolling billows Cold and deep thou leadest me, 




Where thou go - est I will follow, Yes, my Lord, I'll fol 

Thou has tread this way be-fore me. And I glad - ly fol- 

If thy voice I hear be-fore me, Fear-less - ly I'll fol 

I re - member thou wast tempted, Andre-joice to fol 

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Why Don't You Come To Jesus? 


C. R. Dunbar, by per. 






1. Je-sus now is my sal-va - tion, He has saved me from all sin ; Through his blood I have re- 

2. By his royal procla-ma-tion, Sin's dominion now is o'er, And in conscious full sal- 

3. Oh, the love of my Redeem-er ! Oh, the wonders of his grace ! I will praise his name for- 

demp - tion, And I rest complete in him. 
va - tion, I may sing for-ev-er- more, 
ev - er. And rejoice before his face. 

the joy of full sal - va - tion ! 
the joy of full sal - va - tion ! 

How it thrills my inmost soul ! Spread the news to every na-tion : Jesus' blood has made me 
How it thrills my inmost soul ! Spread the news to every na - tion: 

don't you come to Jesus ? Why don't you come to Jesus and be saved ? 
don't you come to Jesus? Whydon'tyoucome to Jesusandbe 

God hath Given Me a Song 

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Arr. by D. S. Arnold. 

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All my path seems bright and clear, Heav'nly land seems ver- y near 

Then the shad -ows flee a- way, Like the night when dawns the day 
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The Lily of the Valley. 


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1. I have found a friend in Je - sus, lie's ev-'ry-thiug to me, He's the 

2. He all my griefs has tak-en, and all my sorrows borne;In temp- 

3. He will uev - er, nev - er leave me, nor yet for- sake me here, While I 

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fair-est of ten thousand to my soul; The Lil-y of the Valley, in 
ta- tion he's my strong and mighty tow'r;I have all for him forsaken, and 
live by faith and do his bless- _ed will; A wall of fire about me,rve 

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him a -lone I see, All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole, 
all my i -dols torn From my heart, and now he keeps me by his pow'r. 

soul shall fill. 

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228 The Precious Name. 8s & 7s. 

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1. Take the name of Je • sus with you, Child of sor - row and of woe; 




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Pr'e-cious name, O hojv sweet ! 

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-!^:- Precious name, howswee^^ _ _ -#- 

2 Take the name of Jesus with you, 
On your journey here below, 

It will joy and comfort give you, 
Take it then where'er you go. 

3 Take the name of Jesus ever, 
As a shield from every snare; 

If temptations round you gather, 
Breathe that holy name in prayer. 

4 Oh, the precious name of Jesus! 

■ How it thrills our souls with joy, 
When his loving arms receive us, 
And his songs our tongues employ! 

5 At the name of Jesus bowing, 
Falling prostrate at his feet, 

King of kings in heaven we'll crown 
him, . . 

When our journey is complete. 

Safe Within the Vail. 




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'•Laud a-bead !" Its fruits are -ttav-ing O'er the hills of fadeless green ; 

On-ward. bark! the cape I'm roundiug, See the bless ed wave their bands; 
There, let go the an chor, rid - ing On this calm and sil-v'ry bay; 
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Hear the harps of God resounding From the bright im-mor-tal bands. 
Sea-ward fast the tide is glid-ing, Shores in sun- light stretch a-way. 
Praise the Rock of our sal- va -tion, AYe are safe at home at last. 

Rocks and Storms I'll fear no more. When on that e-ter-nal shore; 

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Glory Hallelujah! 

1. There's a highway for the ransomed, Where the children of the King, 

2. I was par-doned by God's mer cy, But at heart was e - vil still; 

3. Now like pebbles in the running brook, That 'neath the rip-pies lay, 

4. On the mountain tops of Beu • lah, Or _ in the vale be - low, 

5. As the past I can't live o ver, Or in-sure the com-ing years, 

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Up - on their pil-grim jour - ney, Tri - umph-ant • ly may sing, 
A car - nal mind was in me Which resolves could nev -er kill; 
My heart is sweet -ly kept from sin, Each mo-ment,night and day; 
Where temp-ta-tion's wild- est hur • ri-canes Their fiercest tempests blow; 
I claim the now sal - va - tion, Nor live in fu - ture fears; 






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Of a Sav- iour who redeemed them, And de-liv - ers from all sin. 
But bless- ed be his ho - ly name. He changes heart and will. 
And as faith the con-quest gave me, 1 bid doubts to go their way. 
In sor - row or in con - flict. His grace he doth be - stow. 
Cross no bridg - es till I reach them, And shed no bor-rowed tears. 



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His blood now makes me clean. Glo - ry! glo - ry! Hal - le - In - jah! 

Glo - ry!glo-ry! Hal-le -lu - jah! Glo - ry Iglo-ry! Hal-le • lu - jah! 

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IN the love that knows no waning, in the We lift our eyes and wait to see what 
blessedness of peace, faith m God demands; 

The white-winged dove of mercy spreads For God is marchmg on. 

her pinions o'er the seas, .,>■,• u j • 

And dauntless hope advancing th*»ws her 4 In vain the spoiler hand m hand m 
banner to the breeze; proud defiance calls 

For God is marching on. We answer back his hate with peace and 

march around his walls, 
2 0h!by the wid^w.;^jroanin« and the Till at 'be t « M..t „, God the 

And the'tiTot'dl'SSn that blighl^th ForUd i, marching on. 

In the'Sr o? God we stand as one, a 5 Then shout the tidinp glorious-a glad 

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perance from the land, 

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But in' thl'XesWleas'^wer that only For God is marching on. 

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A sov-'reign balm for ev - 'ry wound, A cor-dial for our fears. 

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D.6. A sov-'reign balm for ev - ry wound, A cor-dial for our tears. 



2 Salvation! let the echo fly 
The spacious earth around, 

While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! 

To thee the praise belongs; 
Salvation shall ins]nre our hearts 

And dwell upon our tongues. 



The Glory. 

G. T. 

J. G. T. 


1. 'Twaswhen I lay on ru -in' s brink, A-boutin end- less woe to sink, 

2. My guilt - y soul he did re- deem, Gave me a par- don for my sin 

3. Sweet peace I find a-long the way, That lead-eth up to end- less day, 

4. O Je - su3,mine,whodied'stforme,Frombondsof sin toset me free. 






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Of Je - sus I be-gan to think, And he showed me his glo - 

And I tho' dead,nowlive in him, And thus be - hold his glo- 

Whileon my path falls many a ray Of bright and joy-ous glo- 

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He left his throne so bright a- bove, Emptied him-self of all but love. 

He took the bur - den from my heart, And gave to me the "better part," 

Here love abounds and faith grows strong; While from the heart leaps many a song, 

I'll walk a-while with thee on earth, Scat- ter rich truths amid its dearth, 

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And I forheav- en made a start;Isrow I en - joy the glory. 
Because of joy I walk a-mong,And all enriched with glory. 
And bring to thee, of price - less worth, Glad souls to share thy glo-ry. 




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1. Witli pa-tient hand and steadfast heart Wait, O my soul, to do thy part. 

2. The world will al- waj's need thy care, And God will surely hear thy prayer. 

3. Ask for a pa-tience like his own. For tongue of fire to make him kBown. 







Since Christ hath served thee all thy days, De-light in Him in all thy ways. 
If cross-es come why should we fear.Tliey turn to crowns ifChristisuear. 
And let a vis - ion of your Lord Be seen in ev - 'ry look and word. 







The Contrast. 






1. Ouce I waudered in the maze of error. 

In the downward road; 

Oft my soul was filled with fear and ter-ror, When I thought of God. 

Je-sus saw me rushing on to ru- in, 

Of - fered par-d'uing grace; 





And I left the way I was pur- su-ing, Turned and saw his face. 

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2 I am glad I ever found the Saviour, 
Now I am fully blest; 

There are pleasures in his pardoning fa- 
Joy, and peace, and rest. 
I'm standing on the holy mountain, 

Near salvation's pool, 
And the waters from the bursting fount- 
Cheer my thirsty soul. 

3 I've left earth's vain and fleeting pleas- 

Bade them all adieu; 
And I'm seeking now for heavenly treas- 
Lasting, pure and true. 
Glittering toys of time, farewell forever; 

To you I'll not bow; 
I will leave my blessed Jesus never* 
He's r^ ,j portion now. 

4 Though l)y worldly friends I am for- 

Though they oft may sneer, 
Yet through grace I will remain unsha- 
God is always near. 
I can calmly bear this world's reviling, 

While near God I dweJ; 
If my Saviour looks upon me smiling. 
All is going well. 

5 I will tell salvation's pleasing story, 
"While I live below, 

And I'll try to spread my Saviour's 
Everywhere I go. 
When the word is from the Master 

■ ''Child, from toiling cease," 
I expect to find a home in heaven. 
Home of endless peace. 

Immanuers Land. 

On the last words of Rutherford. 


i>NNiE R. Cousin. 

Arr. by Fannie Birdsall. 

The sauds of time 
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siiik-iug, The dawn of heav - en breaks, 

beau-ty, With-out a vail is seen; 

foun-tain, The deep, sweet well of love; 

lov -ed's, And my Be - lov -ed's mine; 

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The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn a 

It were a well-speut jour -ney, Tho' sev'n deaths laj^ be 

The streams on earth I've tast - ed. More deep I'll drink a 

He brings a poor, vile sin - ner, In - to his house of 

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Dark, dark hath been the mid -night, But day-spring is at hand. 

The Lamb with his fair ar - my, Doth on Mount Zi - on stand, 

There to an o - cean -full- ness His mer - cy doth ex -pand, 

I stand up - on his mer - it, I know no saf - er stand; 

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And glo - ry, glo 
And glo - ry, glo 
And glo - ry, glo 
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dwell eth, 

Im-man-uel's land. 
Im-man-uel's land. 
Im-man-uel's land. 
Im-man-uel's land. 


5 I've wrestled on toward heaven, 

'Gainst storm and wind and tide; 
Now like a weary traveler, 

That leaneth on his guide, 
Amid the shades of evening 

While sinks life's lingering sand, 
I hail the glory dawning 

In Immanuel's land. 

6 Deep waters crossed life's pathway. 

The hedge of thorns was sharp. 
Now these all lie behind me. 

Oh, for a well tuned harp! 
Oh, to join the hallelujah ! 

With yon triumphant band. 
Who sing where glory dwelleth, 

In Immanuel's land. 

Copyright, by V. A. Dake. 


Mary D. James. 

Lo! We Come. 

Fannie Bikdsall. 






1. Lo! we come to preach glad ti - dings, Je-sus' un • told love to show; 

2. Woudrouslove' a - maz-ingmer - cy! Sinners. Je - sus can transform, 

3. We would tell of count-less treas-ures.In his boundless stores of grace. 

4. Fa-tber,Son, and Ho • ly Spir - it, AUcombined to save the lost, 

5. Come,theu,to yourglo-riousSav - iour, Now he's waiting to re- ccive, 










His uu-meas-ured wealth of mer- cy.We would have the world to know. 
Thro' the pre -clous blood and spir -it, To a saint ex - alt a worm. 
All for j'ou, these stores so pre- cious, If his of -fersyou em 1) race 
All may have thisgreat sal - va • tion,Purchased at such priceless cost. 
Ev-'ry soul that seeks his fa - vor. All who iu his name be lieve 









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The Harvest Field. 


F. B. 




Fannie Birdsall. 

1. The bar -vest field is whit- 'ning, O reap-ers, haste a -way, 

2. Heed not the call up - on 5'ou, ease and fame, 

3. Who go - eth forth and weep -eth, And bear-eth pre- cious seed, 

4. Then stand no Ion - ger i ■ die, But haste with Christ to -day, 


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O tar - ry not till ev - 'ning, But go and work to-day. 
For there lies just be-fore you. Broad fields of rip'ning grain. 
Shall doubtless come re-joic - ing, Lad - en with gold-en sheaves. 
And sow thy seed with weeping, Christ shall him- self re-pay 


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O hear the Mas - ter say- ing, "The la-bor-ers are few. 

The bar - vest field is 
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238 Let Me go to the Vineyard of God. 

V. A. Dake. 

Ida M. Dake, 

1. Let me go, let me go to the vine -yard of God Let me 

2. Let me go, let me go to the low- est of earth. Sink-ing 

3. Let me go, let me go, till the sheaves are all bound, And are 
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and for- ev - er a -bide; Ev-er val iant and strong in the 
in their filth and their sin; For my Saviour has shown me their 
for thegar-ner on high; Till the Lord of the bar- vest shall 

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work of the Lord, Working close by the cru ci- fled side. Let me 
in - fi - nite worth, And I has - ten my work to be- gin. Whattho' 
say, "I have found all my sheaves for the sweet by and by. "'Let me 








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go. tell the world I am dead to its cbarms.For my friends ring a 
death I see oft! What tho' per -ils are mine! I am strong in the 
go, let mego,Till I've crossed the cold stream, And have joined there- 

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fi - nal death knell; From the vine- yard of God 
might of the Lord; And I has - ten to join 
deemed on the shore; Till I've swept thro' the gate 

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Let Me go to the Vineyard. Concluded. 

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heard the a-larm,Work to do, ^ear- est i - dols.fare-well. 

work so di- vine, And I cou - quer by his might- ; word 

lightning's bright gleam, And I gaze on my Christ ev - er - more. 




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The Cleansing Wave. 

From the "Guide to Holiness." 


Mrs. J. F. Knapp 


1. Oh, now I see the crimson wave,The foun-tain deep and wide- 

2. I see the new ere - a - tiourise, I hear the speak-ing blood; 
S. I rise to walk in heav'n's own light, Above the world and sin 

4. A- maz-ing grace! 'tis heav'n be-low To feel the blood ap- plied- 

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Je - sus, my Lord,might-y to save,Points to his wound ed side 
It speaks! pol-lut - ed na- ture dies! Sinks! 'neath the cleansing flood 
VVith he^art made pure, and garments white. And Christ enthroned Avithin 


The cleansing stream.I see, I see 

I plunge.andoh, it cleanseth me! 

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it cleausethme!ltcleansethme,yes,cleansethme. 

All for Precious Souls. 

Earth - ly friend - ships all are riven, All 

Home, sweec home, no long - er mine, All 

Wei • come now re-proach and scorn, All 

Suf - fer on, my soul, 'till death, All 


for pre-cious souls 
for pre-cious souls 
for pre-cious souls 
for pre-cious souls 








Hopes, am - bi - tions, joys are given, All for pre-cious souls. 

Mur - mur not, my soul, nor pine; All f..r pre-cious souls 

Joy - f ul tread the path of thorn ; All for pre-cious souls. 

Plead -ing with thy lat - est breath. All for pre-cious souls. 




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Pre-cious Je - sus, all in all, Con queredat thy feet I fall; Longing 
Earth' s fair scenes al-lure me not. All thy pleas ures I'Vefor-got, Turn I 
Dear-est friends maj" pass me by, Taunts and threats mj^ courage try, "W' el come 
Eai til recedes, thy work is done; Toil is past, triumph be -gun; Brighter 






for thy faint -est call, All for precious souls. All for 

from thy fair - est spot. All for pre-cious souls. All for 

all as swift I fly, All for pre-cious souls All for 

shine than noon da}' sun, "With thy pre-cious souls. With thy 






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All for Precious Souls. Concluded. 


all for souls; Long-ing for thy faint-est call, All for precious souls. 

all for souls; Turn I from thy fair- est spot. All for precious souls. 

all for souls; Wel-come all, as swift I fly, All for precious souls. 

■with th}^ souls; Brighter shine than noonday sun, With thy precious souls. 

In the Silent Midnight Watches. 

A.C. CoxE, D.D. 
Piano e Marcato. 

Geo. F. Root. 




In the si - lent mid - night watch-es, List — thy bo -som'sdoor! 
Death comes down with reck-less foot-steps. To the hall and hut; 
Then 'tis time to stand en - treat - ing Christ to let thee in ; 









How it kuocketh, knock-eth, knock-eth, Knocketh ev - er - more! 

Think you death will tar - ry knock-ing, When the door is shut? 

At the gate of heav - en beat - ing, Wail -ing for thy siu? 

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Say not 'tis thy puis - es beat - ing, 'Tis thy heart of sin; 

Je - sus wait - eth, wait - eth, wait- eth; But the door is fast; 

Nay! a - las, thou guilt - y crea - ture I Hast thou, then, for- got? 










'Tis thy Sav-iour knocks, aud cri • eth, "Rise and let me in!" 

Grieved, a - way thy Sav-iour go - eth, Death breaks in at last. 

Je - sus wait - ed lung to know thee. Now he knows thee not. 

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Blessed Sunlight. 

Flora Birds all Nelson. 

Oh, the suu-light of heav'n,Bless-ed suu 
Oh, the sun-light of heav'n,Bless-ed sua • 
Oh, the sun-light of heav'n,Bless-ed sun • 
Oh, the sun-light of heav'n. Bless ed sun 

light of heav'n ! How it 
light of heav'n! How it 
light of heav'n! O'er my 
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lights up the soul from on high, Till the soul sees its guilt. And the 

shines on the old man of sin, Till tlie soul says, "my foe From my 

path like thebright noonday sun, It con - tin - ual-ly gleams With its 

dwell in e -ter - ui - tv"s noon,Where there cometh no night, But where 

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blood that was spilt. And "my Lord and my Sav-iour," doth cry 

heart forth shall go," And the sun-light finds all pure with - in 

life • giv-ing beams. And I drink constant joys while I run. 

Christ "is theliirht. And e - ter • ni-ties van-ish too soon 

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Amen to the Truth. 

W. W. Dixon, 


Fannie Birdsall. 

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1. A - men to the truth, ev - eu so let it be. A-men and a - 

2. A - men to the word that cou-viuc-eth of sin, And tells me I'm 

3. A - men' let me die and be buried be - side Thevic-tim of 

4. A - men! let me nev - er arise from this death, Till God breathe with- 
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men, for the truth mak - eth free; A-men and a - men from the 
vile and pol lut - ed with -in, And makes me feel wretched, for 
Cal - v'ry, the One cru • ci- tied. Then seal fast the stone where 
in me the life - giv - ing breath ;Til I touched by the vir tuethat 

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pit and pen:God's truth, let us have it, a -gain and a 

- en and lost. And groan for redemption, at what - ev - er 
ture doth lay, So none but the an - gels can roll it a 

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Amen and amen! let the angels appear, 

The stone roll away and my Saviour draw near; 

Deliver my soul f:6ra the night of the grave, 

II ; And prove himself mightj% almightj-'to save. \ 

Amen! hallelujah' my soul is now free. 
The world, sin and Satan, have no place in me; 
I'm dead to the world, but alive unto him, 
I . Whose blood now redeems me and keeps me from sin. :|| 
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He is Coming. 

V. A. 



com ing, he 
com-ing, he 
com-ing, he 
com-ing, he 
com-ing, he 

is com-ing, Can 3'ou read 

is com-ing, All his foes 

is com ing, Oh! the awe 

is com-ing,For the sigh- 

the signs a -far? 
to o - ver-throw; 
in-spir ing sight, 
ing and oppressed, 
is com-ing. And our ej^es our King shall see; 
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Do you hear the tread of na-tions,As they march to join ia war? 

And the hid - den plots of dark ness, All the u - ni-verse shall know; 
With the blasts of judgment trumpets, He is com -ing in his might. 

And the long -ing eyes shall see him, And the wea - ry ones shall rest. 
Long has been the time of watching, But he's com - ing aft - er me. 

Do you hear the gos- pel her - aid. Call- ing loud in ev - 'ry land? 

O'er his en - e mies tri - um phant, He shall reign upon histhrone; 

He is com - in^g on the lightning, "With his bright an-gel - ic cloud; 

Hear the fall - iflg of the fet- ters,And the crash of op'ning graves; 

Floods of joy within are bursting, As I catch his glorious smile; 












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O, ye na-tions,turn, re-pent ye. For his coming is at hand. 
Ev-'ry knee be -fore him bending,Him, the mighty God shall own. 
Mid the roar of mighty earthquakes, And ten thousand thunders loud. 
O-ver-thrown is death's dominions, Shoutlye saints, no Ion- ger slaves, 
He is coming, quick -]y com-ing. He is coming for his child. 







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burst 6- ter nal morning. And the Lord to greet his faithful will ap-pear. 

Live It Down. 

See Page 226. 

1 Has your life a bitter sorrow? 

Live it down; 
Thinli about a bright tomorrow, 

Live it down. 
You will find it never pays 
Just to sit wetej^ed and gaze 
On the grave of golden days; 

Live it down. 

2 Has your life a secret trouble? 

Live it down; 
Useless grief will make it double, 

Live it down. 
Do not water it with tears, 
Do not feed it with youi fears, 
Do not nurse it through the years; 

Live it down. 

3 Have you made an awful error? 

Live it down; 
Do not hide your face in terror, 

Live it down. 
Look the world square in the eyes, 
Go ahead as one who tries 
To be honored ere he dies; 

Live it down. 

4 Help will Jesus bear the burden? 

Live it down- 
By him win a brave heart's guerdon, 

Live it down. 
He will free your life from blame. 
Till the luster of your fame 
Shall hide all the olden shame; 

Give thee a crown. 

Alt. Anon. 


Valiant Hearted Soldiers. 

Vivian A. Dake, 

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Fannie Birdsall. 

1. O val - iant heart - ed sol diers, Of all our faith - ful bands, 

3. God-called, and spir - it bur - dened, For ser - vice ev - 'ry - where, 

3. No time for lam - en • ta - tion, Nor for the fu - u'ral tread; 

4. Ten thous-and sit in dark - ness. Ten thousand stretch their hands, 

5. This, this 3'our mis sion, work- ers. To ev - 'ry land and tongue; 

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A - like on sea and land. 

In dark 

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In line for ser - vice there. 

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Dead souls, watch o'er their dead. 

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come and save our lands!" 

Go, go 

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E'en life most free - ly giv ■ en. To res - cue men 
The Mas - ter calls thee, has - ten, When-e'er you hear 
Has - ten, ye sol - diers.blood- washed. And called of God 
Fare- well, cry as you has - ten. To home, and ease. 




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we an - swer glad - ly, 
ing Je - sus on - ly, 
not self or Sa - tan, 
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Till life's su-prem- 

But Je - sus, guide 

That all your Lord 

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your choice, 
may know, 
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Dake. By per. 

Valiant Hearted Soldiers. Concluded. 247 

Then out. a -way, and on - ward, To dark- est heath - en lands, 
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To take this world for Je • sus; Press on, 
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Loving Kindness. L. M. 

1. A- wake, my soul,ia joy-f ul lavs, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise: 
3. He saw me ru ined by the fa'll, Yet loved me, not with-stand-ingall, 

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He saved me from my lost es - tate; His lov-ing kindness. oh, how great! 














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Though earth and hell my way oppose 
He safely leads my soul along: 
His loving kindness, oh, how strong! 
4 I often feel my sinful heart 
Prone from my Saviour to depart, 
But though I oft have him forgot, 
His loving kindness changes not. 

Soon all my mortal jiowers must fail; 
Oh, may my last, expiring breath. 
His loving kindness sing in death! 
6 Then let me mount and soar away, 
To the bright world of endless day; 
And sing with rapture and surprise, 
His loving kindness in the skies. 

248 Hasten, Brother. Hasten. 

Vivian A. Dake. Flora Birdsall Nelsok. 

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To the homes and highwa3'S,ev-'ry where there's dearth, Oh.thej-'re rushing 

Eyes af saints made perfect, as we toil andfight;Eyes ofGodAl- 
In the strength of Je- sus, ev-'ry bat - tie's won ;Pen - te-cost is 

Battling for the Mas - ter, free, ia-deed! I'm free! Shout, ye hosts of 

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warn - ing, here and ev - 'ry- where; Let them see their dan - ger, 
hell - ward, is there none to save? Is there none to snatch them 
might - y, shall we lose the day? No, my soulshouts vie - t'ry, 
com - ing, Pen - te - cos - tal pow'riDrops we've had, glad tid-4ngs, 
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all their sins' weight bear. 

from a gap -ing grave. 

ea - ger for the fray. 

we shall have the show'r? 

hal - le - lu- jahs fly. 

Are youready,brother? hear the bat-tie cry! 


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1. The clouds maj' come,thecloud8may go, The storms may beat, the winds may blow; 

2. Strano-e ways his Prov-i-dence may take.Str; nge mystery that hearts must break; 

3. Al-might-y wisdom blun-dersnot, Al-might-y love hath not forgot; 

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But this'sweet tlio't I al-ways know,That God is on the throne. 

E - ter - nal hopes may be at stake, But God is on the throne. 

Ours not to ques-tion why nor what, Since God is on the throne. 



Gathered to Hear of the Saviour. 

Vivian A. Dake. 

Air. by Fannie Birdsall. 


1. "W'e have gath - ered lo hear of a Saviour, Of ia - fi - nite 
2 Oh, how swift - ly the mo-mentsare fly-ing, O de- cide,turii to 

3. Pause a mo - meat; con-sid - er, ere go - ing; Look a-bout on these 

4. Once a - gain there'll be meet- ing and part-ing ; When we stand at the 

5. O ye saints of the Lord, shout for gladness! For your fears and your 

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But this meet-ing will soon, soon be end • ed, Shall we 

Jesus and live; 

If you go to the judg-ment a sin ner, Whatex 

fa- ces to night 

; You will meet them a- gain at the judg-ment;Are you 

great judgment throne; Will you join in the greet-ing e • ter-nal? Or shall 

sor-rows are o'er, 

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Parting to meet again at the judgment! 

meet that dear Saviour above? 
cuse to your Lord can you give? 
read - y to meet judgment light? 
Je ■ sus for - ev - er dis - own? Sd 
meet here be - low nev - er - more. Ready to meet again at the judgment! 

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thee,trav-'ler to e-ter-ni-ty, Part-iug to meet a • gain at the judgment. 
thee,trav-'ler to e-ter-ni-ty, Ready to meet a - gain at the judgment. 

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ni-ty, where?" It floats in the air; Amid clam-or or 
ni- ty, where? Oh,E-ter -ni ty, where ?"With redeem'd ones in 
ni ty, where?" Ob, how can you share The world's gid-dy 
ni-ty,where? E - ter ni - ty, where?" Friend.sieep uot,nor 
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si-lence, it ev - er is there; The ques tion so solemn, 

glo-ry or fiends in de-spair; With one or the oth-er; 

pleasures.or heed- less - ly dare Do aught till you set • tie 

take in the world an - y share,Till you answer this question, 

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252 Cast Thy Bread Upon the Waters. 

Arr. by F. B, Fannie Birdsall. 

1. Cast thy bread up-on thewa-ters, Ye who have ascant sup -ply; 

2. Cast thy bread up-on thewa-ters, Poor and wea - ry.worn with care; 
8. Cast thy bread up on thewa-ters, Ye who have abund-ant store; 

4. Cast thy bread upon thewa-ters, Far and wide your treasures strew, 

5. Cast thy bread up-on the wa-ters, Waft it on with pray-iug breath, 

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An- gel eyes will watch a - bove it, You will find it by and by. 
Of t - en sit- ting in the shad-ow, Have you not acrumb to spare? 

It may float on ma-nya bil-low, It may strand on many ashore; 
Scat- ter it with will-ing fin-gers,Shout for joy to see it go; 

In some dis - tant, doubtful mo-ment, It may save a soul from death, 

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Will your sac - ri - fice remember, Will your lov-ing deeds re-pay. 

As you look with long-ing vis ion, Thro' Faith's brighter tel - es-cope? 

In this life or in the oth -er, It will yet re - turn to you. 

If you love it more than Je-sus, It will keep you from your crown. 
Stranger hands which you have strengthened, May strew lilies o-ver you. 

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Cast Thy Bread. Conciuded. 






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Let Me Die. 

O GOD, my heart doth long for thee; 

Let m« die! 
Now set my soul at liberty; 

Let me die! 
Die to the trifling things of earth, 
They're now to me of little worth; 
My Saviour calls— I'm going forth; 

Let me die!— 

2 Thy slaying power in me display; 

Let me die! 
I must be dead from day to day! 

Let me die! 
Dead to the world and its applause. 
To all the customs, fashions, laws. 
Of those who hate the humbling cross 

Let me die! 

3 My friends may say I'll ruined be. 
If I die. 

If I leave all and follow thee — 
But I'll die! 

Their arguments will never weigh, 

Nor stand the trjung judgment-day; 

Help me to cast them all away- 
Let me die! 

4 0, 1 must die to scoffs and sneers; 

Let me die! 
I must be freed from slavish fears; 

Let me die! 

So dead that no desire will rise, 
To appear good, or great, or wise. 
In any but my Saviour's eyes; 
Let me die! 

5 If Christ would live and reign in me, 

I must die; 
Like him I crucified must be; 

I must die. 
Lord, drive the nails, nor heed the 

My flesh may writhe and make its 

But this the Avay, and this alone— 

I must die. 

Begin at once to drive the nails; — 

Let me die! 
0, suifer not my heart to fail, 

Let me die! 
Jesus, I look to thee for power, 
T' enable me t' endure the hour, 
When crucified my sovereign power, 

I shall die. 

7 When I am dead, then, Lord, to thet 

I will live. 
My time, my strength, my all to thee, 

Will I give. 
I'll work with thee, my blessed Lord, 
I'll bo obedient to thy word; 
I'll wield with power the gospel sword. 

While I live. 
—Mrs. Jeanette Parmiter. 

Where Am I Drifting? 


Dark, dark are the wa ■ ters a - round nie, No star sheds a 
The high-lands of heav -en I've siuht - ed, Far from them I 
No trace can I see of earth's shore lines, No sound of her 
The spell of e - ter - ui - ty liolds me, E - ter - ni - ty's 
Back, back fly tlie cur-tains of dark - ness, lie - veal - ing e ■ 
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beam on my night; Has dark-ness e- ter - nal-ly bound me? I'm 

mean-ing - less roam; Its glo - ries e- ter - nal I've slight-ed; I'm 

joys or her cares; A-lone on e • ter - ni - ty's con ■ fines, I'm 

se - crets are near; 'Tis sin's grav - 1 • ta - tion con-trols me, I'm 

ter - ni - ty's death; Amid all that hor-ror of black-ness, A- 

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drift ing, 
lone and 
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I'm drift-ing from light. 1 

I'm drift-ing from home. 

I'm drift-ing, oh! where? VOh! where am I drift - ing? Oh! 

for - ev - er, I fear. 

for - ev- er I drift. J 

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where am I drifting,© litwho can fore-tell me my doom?Oh!wheream I 


drifting? Oh! where am I drift-ing? Out in - to e'^- rer-ni-ty's gloom 




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There is a Beautiful City. 


Arr. by F. B. 






O there is a beau - ti - ful cit - y, 
No sin ev - er eii • ters that cit - y, 
No sun ev - er shines in that cit - y, 
Oh! when shall the con - flict be end - eel? 


Just o • ver ihe 

No foes lie in 

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riv - er so cold; 'Twas built by the Fa-ther Al might - y, Je - 

■wait to au-noy; No grief ev - er calls for our pit - y, But 

drear- i- some night En -folds with a man- tie its beau- ty, For 

sor-rows be toTd? And I, by the an-gels at - tend - ed, Go 




sa • lem, cit - y of gold! 

is the meas-ure of joy. ) 

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to be 

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there! I long, oh, I long to be there 

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I Will Rejoice. 

Ida M. Dake. 







Tho' flocks and herds may per- ish, And fields may yield no store; 
Tbo' per • se • cu - tlon com - eth, A fierce and venge ful roar, 
Tho' fee - ble, faint and suf-f ring, With bur- dens la- den sore, 
For God him-self commandetb, I wait to hear no more, 
Then on thro' ev - 'ry con- flict, Tillgleams the heav'n-ly shore. 








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Of hate, re-proach and scorni 

I'll shout till breaks thedawnin 

But run to do his bid din_ 

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Come to the Saviour Today. 257 

Fannie Bikdsall. 

1 The word of the Lord has been giv'n, To lead us from sin and from 

2. The Sav-iour from heaven a-bove.Has trod-den the wine-press a - 

3. The Spir ■ it was sent from above. Of judgment and sin to re- 

woe, Re - pent ye to-day, From your sins turn away, Come, and 
lone, The ransom he's paid. He his life free - ly gave, That he 
prove, If you turn from your sin. He willcleanseyou within. And will 




free ly his grace he'll be - stow. 

might for the guilt -y a - tone. \0 come to the Saviour to - 
fill all your soul with his love. 

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Vivian A. Dake. 

What Have I to Boast ot? 


Fannie Birdsall. 




1 What on earth have I to boast of? Why are gifts so glorious mine? 

2 Je - sus died, the God life bring - lug; Je • sus wept, my tears to stay; 

3 He was poor to give me treas • ure; He was slave to make me king; 
4. Have I joy, 'twas sor row bought it; Have I pow'r, or grace, or love, 

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God and heav'u am I the heir of; Why dost thou, Lord, claim me thine? 

Je sus groaned to give me sing - ing; Bore hell's night to give me day. 
He was hat - ed with-out meas - ure, Heaven's love to me to bring. 
Have I wealth,'twasJe- sus brought it Down to me fromheav'nabove. 

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5 Hark! I hear 'mid every pleasure, 6 Where, then, where is room for boasting, 
Sounds of Calvary's mournful night. In the sight of Calvary's cross; 

And behold by every treasure, In the blood alone I'm trusting. 

Calvary's cross appears in sight. Counting other gains but loss. 

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Lost in sight of Home. 

V. A. D. 


V. A. Dake. 

1. Long in far off coun-tries Has the cood ship been; Man-y storm- waves 

2. Fiercely roars the tem-pest, Round a help-less liark, Strui^irling with the 

3. Souls of men,who tri-fle With e - ter - nal things.Thinking not of 

4. Seen are heav-en's coast-lines, But the fur- ious gale Beats in all its 
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y dan -gers^ seen; Now all hearts are hope - ful, 
the storm clouds dark; Hope, from ev - 'ry bos - om 
it lurk - ing springs. See your doom fore- shad-owed; 
mad- ness, Rend -ing ev - 'ry sail ; Bursts of end - less sor - row 

Dis-tant shore-lines loom And alltoneuesi aresinging," sight of home " 

Ev - er-more is gone; Loud the breakers thuuder,"Lost in sight of home " 

Lnwarn'd shall it come, And the mournful ending, "Lost in sight of home'" 

From the lost ones come ;Mutt'riug thunders ech-o, "Lost in sight of home " 

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Thousands for Jesus. 

Vivian A Dake 

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1 There are thou sands who wander in dark- ness, Oa the per ■ il-ous 

2. There are thou-sands now dwelling sad-hearted, In the val-leysand 

3. In the by - ways of ru - in they wan -der, They tread oa the 

4. The low- est and vil -est down trodden, In the murk - i • est 







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moun tains of sin. We will seek them with cries and en.treat ■ ies, 

shad - ows of death, "No one cares for my soul," they are cry - ing, 

brink of de- spair, They sit with the scorners,ne'er dreaming, 

mid- night of sin, Shall see the glad light of the Gos - pel, 







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Tho' our eyes may with weep-ing be dim. ■> 

And they sigh with theirfast hast' niug breath. ( 

That dan - ger and death lurk-eth there. ( 

And with us and our King en - ter in. ' 

We are af - ter our 

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Thousands for Jesus, Concluded. 


5 To the cross of the uplifted Saviour, 

Our thousauds are coming with haste, 
From the mountain, the woodland, the prairie, 
The city and desolate waste. 

6 Yes, thousands are coming; salvation 

Shall sweep like the waves of the sea; 
And the songs and the shouts of rejoicing. 
Shall foretell of the glad jubilee. 

Confess Your Sins. 

V. A. Dake. 

Fannie Bikdsall. 





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1. Would you know the Spirit's pow'r? Would you feel it ev - 'ry hour? 

2. Would you know your sins forgiv'u? Would 3'ou have each i- dol riv'n? 

3. Would j-ou o - ver-come each day? Shout the vie fry ouj^ourway? 

4. Would you work till lat - est breath? Sing tri - uraph-anto - ver death? 


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Would you have a heart made white? One that Je- sus says is right? 
Would you ease your bur- deued soul? From your day the darkness roll? 
In each tri - al bright - er shine? Nev-er mur-mur or re -pine? 
Meet thy God with re^c • ord clear? Then par-take of end • less cheer? 

Con - fess your sins to Je- sus, 
Con-fess your sins to 


Make right yourev'ry 
-sus. Make right your 

wrong; Dig deep and strike the fountain, Which turns thy sighs to song, 

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2. Oh, how sin • ful and how 

3. Will you spare this brood of 

4. Forth mine en - e - luy I'll 

5. Death and on - ly death for 



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With - out pit - 

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Till he trem - bling saith death's bit - ter - ness is 

And his hands are red with blood, and black with 

And your heart with vile af - fee - tion, taint • ed 

Pride and en - vy, hat - red, jeal - ous - y a 

Hew him with the Spir - it's might - y, flam - ing sword; 


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of death has come, And 

the ver • y core, Gov ■ 

that dev - ils make, All 

and love of praise. Fear 

our Lord pur - sued. And 

his e - vil course is run, 
ered with sin's unbound sore, 
for which lost sin-ners quake, 
and an - ger, dreadful maze, 
his death with tri-umph viewed. 






He shall 
Seed of 
In this 
Car - nal 
Hew the 

die and from his rest - 
sin, and daubed with hell 
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mind, which man in vain 
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A-gag to pieces, help my Lord; 

(Omit) sword, the death blow strike. I'll trust thy word, 

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A. F. Ferris. To be LOSt in the Night. Ella Bute Bishop, 

1. Oh, come to the Sav - iour, thou poor, wea-ry soul, 'Tis 

2. His great, lov - ing heart beats iu pit - y for thee, He 

3. Your time now is pass - ing, e - ter - ni - ty's near. The 

4. To be lost in the night, in e - ter - ni - ty's night.To 

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Je - sus in - vites thee to come; By the pow'r of his blood 

anx - ious - ly waits for thee now; Oh, turn not a - way, 

sun hangs low o'er thy way; Oh, turn to him now, 

sink iu "de - spair and in woe! But such is thy doom. 


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wouldhe now makethee whole. And fit thee to dwell in his home. 

but his bleed-ing hands see, They'll smooth the dark clouds from thy brow. 
- the glad gos - pel- word hear, Oh, hast - en while yet there is day. 

if thou turn from the light. Re - fus - ing his mer - cy to know. 



Copyright, 1891, by V. A. Dake. 


Jonathan Allen. 

Hear and Live. 

Fannie Birdsall. 

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1. Sin-ners, will you scorn the mes-sage^Sent in nier - cy from a - bove? 

2. Hear the ber - aids of the gos - pel News from Zi-on's King pro-claim; 

3. Tempted souls,tbey bring you suc-cor ;Fear-ful bearts.tbey quell your fears; 

4. O ye an - gels, bov 'ring round us, Wait-ing spir- its, speed your way; 

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Ev - 'ry sen - tence.ob, how ten-der; Ev - 'ry line is full 
Par-don to each reb - el sin - ner, Free for-give-uess in 
And with news of con - so - la • tiou, Chase a - way the fall- 
Haste ye to the court of heav - en, Tid - ings bear with-out 

of love: 
bis name, 
ing tears; 
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How im- port-ant! how im - port-ant! Free forgiveness in ] 
Ten- der heralds, ten- der her ■ aids, Chase a - way the fall - 
Reb - el sin - ners, reb - el sin - ners. Glad the mes-sage will 












Ev - 'ry sen-tence, oh, how ten-der; Ev - 'ry line is full of love. 
Par - don to each reb - el sin • ner, Free for- giv -ness in his name. 

And with news of con - so • la - tion. Chase a - way the fall - ing tears. 
Haste ye to the court of heav -en, Tid - ings bear with- out de - lay. 

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Vivian A. Dake, 

O my cross! 
O my cross! 
O my cross! 
O my cross! 
O my cross' 

O My Cross! 


Fannie Birdsall. 




O my cross I 

My dreaded cross! On which I die to live, 
My helpful cross! I glad ■ lybear,and lo! 
My conq"ring cross! By thee I've o ver-come, 
Not thine, but mine; 1 " clasp theeto my breast. 
My toil soon o'er, Shall nev - er be for got; 



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I take my cross, Count all else loss, And life di-vine re- ceive. 
With wings I rise. Up to the skies. My cross, it lifts me so. 
With vie tor's shout, The earth a -bout, I fly till work is done 
And naught shall part Thee from my heart, Till I with Thee shall rest. 
By thee thro' pain, Rich joys I gain, A crown shall be my lot. 


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Fal-ter never, 

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ev - er, Seize my crown — great gain for 

Triumph ever, 


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266 The Old, Rugged Cross. 

Vivian A. Dake. Fannie Birdsalij. 







The old, rugged cross! yes, I love it; Its bur-dens, reproaches and 
The old, rugged cross, I -will cher-ish; He bore it up Cal - va - ry's 
The old, rugged cross, highest hon-or E'er grant-ed to crea-ture of 
The cross of my Christ, the a-noint-ed. The badge of redemption from 

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shame; And naught else on earth do I cov - et, But to bear it for 
hill; He bore it that I might not per - ish, I'll bear it in 

God, To bear the great con-quer or's ban - ner, I'll glad -ly "pas; 

sin, Its reproach marketh all those ap-point -ed, Crowns and kingdoms e 












Je - sus 

love for 

un - der 

ter - nal 

■, s name, 
his will, 
the rod." 
to win. 

■ The old, rug-ged cross, yes,the old, rug-ged cross, 








'Tis the badge of dis - ci - pie-ship here. And the way 











throne, and 



a kingdom and crown; As the way of the cross shall appear. 

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I've Missed it at Last 


Vivian A. Dake, 


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Ida M. D^kf, 

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sold out 
spir ■ it 
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re-peat -ed, 
re member, 
a feath - er, 
re- sist - ed, 
the pil - low 

While the shades of de - 

Ne'er refused till the 

No hope in the 

Still plead till the 

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spair gathered fast; "My hopes are for - ev - er de-feat-ed, I have missed, 
sum-mer was past, And now in death's chilling December,I have missed, 

whirlwind's fierce blast, I'm undone for-ev • er and ev - er, I have missed, 
die I had cast, I said 'Go thy way,' I in-sist-ed; He went, 
soul all a - ghast. And back from e - ter - ni-ty's billow. He shriek'd 

I have missed it at last!" "I've missed it at last, missed salva - tion, 

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feel dire dam-na - tion — I've missed.I have missed it at last," 




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268 Mighty Trump. 

Arr. by Vivian A.Dake. Arr. by Fannie Bikdsall. 






1. He com eth! be com-etb! The Judge ou bis throne, 

2. The dead are all ris - iiig, From graves o- pened wide; 

3. The suQ plunged in dark-ness; The moon dipped in blood; 
4. 'Mid boarse, mut t'ring tbun-der, And loud roar - ing seas, 



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way," Oh, may we 

be read -y 

To hail that glad day. 


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5 To saints and to angels 
His welcome is smiled, 

"Come, blessed of my Father, 
Thro' blood reconciled." 


6 When soundeth the trumpet. 
And breaks judgment light. 
Oh, I shall be ready, 
Witii garments washed white. 

Coming to Mount Calvary. 269 

Dake. Fannie Birds all. 


1. I amcom-ing to Mount Calv'ry, Where the Saviour died for me; 

2. I have left the world behind me, Counting all its gains but dross; 

3. Oh ! the vileness and the darkness, In this sin - ful heart of mine, 

4. Ohlthepangsof death within me, Oh! thestriv-ing to be free; 

5. Hal-le-lu - jah! it is finished, Cru- ci - fied with Christ I am; 
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Sinful, bur- dened, I am com-ing,Cru - ci ■ fy me,Lord,with thee. 
And my- self I now am bringing. To the al - tar of thy cross. 
With the light up -on me shin- ing, Sav-iour, make my heart like thine, 
But the strong man stronger dy - ing,Rends my heart oppos- ing thee. 
NowI'mcleansedfromallde-file ment, Thro' the all - a - ton- ing Lamb. 


I - I 

I am thirst -ing, I am dy - ing as I to Mount Cal-v'ry go 

Snd.Vho.Iam^Wed, oh hal - le - lu-jah! As I from Mount Cal-v'ry go; 

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For the ful • ness I am cry- ing. Wash me whit - er than the snow. 
And my heart the blood now cleanses, Whiter than the driv-en snow. 





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What a Sinner I Have Been! 

V. A, D. 


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1. What a sin- ner I have been ! What a Sav - iour I have seen! 
2 Ob, -what mighty, wondrous love, Bro't my Sav - iour from a - bove, 
3. Oh, how sweet his care for me! E'en my small- est needs to see; 
4 Oh, what bat - ties I"ve been in ! And what conflicts I have seen! 
5. What a glo-riousjoy is mine! What a Sav - iour all di - vine! 






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saved me from 
cross to shed 
feed me and 
dark-ness as 
shout- ing, and 

my sor - row and 
his blood and die 
to clothe mc from 
in bright - uess he 
I'm sing - ing, all 

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my woe; 
for me ! 
his store; 
is mine; 
the way; 


And when 
Oh, 111 
He my 
Oh, what 
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lost to all a - round, My Re-deem - er 
serve him with my might. In his serv - ice 
great Phy- si - cian is, All my pains and 
mock-ing and what shame I can suf - fer 

then I found, And his 
I'll de - light, For the 
ills are his. And I'll 
for his name. For in 

blood I'll o - ver - come,Thro' his grace 111 reach my home, On the 












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pard'ning love and mer-cy now I know. 

blood from sin's dark bondage sets me free. 

trust him for my bod-y ev - er-more. 

glo - ry, as the stars, he'll make me shine. 

mountain-top of nev- er - end - ing-day. 



\ He has saved from ev-'ry sin, 







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What a Sinner I Have Been. 

Concluded. 271 

Ind Las giva me peace and 
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glad-ness in my soul; Ob, I'll trust him for my bread, And his 


heal-iug oil to shed Ou my bod - y while 'tis day, and keep me whole 
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Jewel-gatherers for a crown, 
Know ye not that many a gem, 

Now in darkness trampled down 
Might bedeck a diadem? 

Gathering jewels, precious jewels, 
Blood-bought souls we seek to bring 

Gathering jewels, precious jewels. 
For the crown of Christ our King. 

2 Souls for whom the Saviour died 
Souls enwrapped in sinful night,' 

Go and seek them far and wide; 
They will glitter in his sight. 

3 Gems by cruel hands defaced, 
Pearls in heathen shadows dim. 

Brilliants scattered in the waste, 
We must gather up for him. 

4 With his blood washed bright and 


Graven with his name divine, 
These our jewels shall endure, 

When the stars shall cease to shine. 
6 Then our work shall be complete, 

Then we'll lay our jewels down; 
Lay them gladly at his feet:— 

He will set them in his crown. 

^Miaa P. J. Owens. 

I gave my life for thee. 

My precious blood I shed 
That thou might's ransomed be, 
And quickened from the dead. 
I gave, I gave my life for thee. 
What hast thou given for me? 
I gave, I gave my life for thee, 
What hast thou given for me? 

My Father's house of light. 

My gloi-y-circled throne 
I left, for earthly night, 

For wand'rings sad and lone. 
I left, I left it all for thee, 
Hast thou left aught for me? 
I left, I left it all for thee. 
Hast thou left aught for me? 

I suffered much for thee. 

More than thy tongue can tell, 
Of bitterest agony. 

To rescue thee from hell; 
I've borne, I've borne it all for thee: 
What hast thou borne for me? 
I've borne, I've borne it all for thee, 
What hast thou borne for me? 

And I have brought to thee, 

Down from my home above. 
Salvation full and free. 

My pardon and my love; 
I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, 
What hast thou brought to me? 
I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee*- 
What hast thou brought to me? 


VrviAN A. Dake. 

Precious Worker. 

Arr. by Fankie Birds all. 




1. Precious worker,dan-ger sig - nals Float a-round thee, take thou heed; 

2. Friendswillurge,constrain,persuadeyou,Point a "bet ter.eas - ier way;" 

3. Precious jewels thou hast gath-ered, For thy crowning by and by; 

4. Thou hast felt ' twas God that called thee, Hast thy God released thee ? hark ! 

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"An • j'-thing be - side,' 
When thy Lord shall call 
To turn from his will 


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Je - sus, 

To ar - oth 
Will sug-gest, 
To their wel- 
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'oh, haste a- way, 

come in the sky; 

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ren voi-cesmost en - tic-ing,Wo\ild al-lure thee from thy trust, 
an-oth-er field of la -bor, Leave your bur-dens and your band; 

thou run the risk of los-ing, All thy tro - phies,all thy gain? 

thee in thy place, dear worker, Till thy Lord shall bring re - lease; 







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Honeyed words.mere Sodom ap-ples,'Neath the pressure turn to dust; 

And in oth- er scenes j^ou'll surely. More re-spect and love command:" 

Tri-fie with the souls thy Sav-iour, Purchased with his blood and pain? 

Then by death or Spir- it's whisper, It will come on wings of peace; 

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Precious Worker. Concluded. 





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Honeyed words.mere Sodom apples, 'Neath the pressure turn to dust. 
And in oth - er scenes you'll sure-ly.More respect and love command." 
; Tri fle with the souls thy Saviour,Purchased with his blood and pain? 
Then by death or Spir- it's whisper, It will come on wings of peace. 

The Pentecost Band. 

Vivian A. Dake. Flora Birdsall Nelson. 








wak - en ye peo-ple, and hear our glad song, That bursts from our 
up • per room fire has ne'er lost its pow'r,The Com -fort- er 
come with glad ti dings, de liv-'rauce from sin; His name was called 
mot - to is "Holiness uu - to the Lord;"0'er the world we will 
left all for Je - sus,e'en life put at stake, And no res - er • 


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souls as we're marching a - long; A cho rus cf fire God 
comes as our help - er each hour. In this dis pen- sa-tion most 
Je - sus, this vie - fry to win. No more need you struggle in 
spreadit, o - bey - ing his word; His blood the heart washes, and 
tion of aught do we make, We've count -ed the cost and 


sends thro' the land, And we've come to sing it, The Pen te cost Band. 

glo-rious, most grand, We live and we la - bor, The Pentecost Baud. 

sin's sink ing sand. But come now and join us. The Pen-te-cost Band, 
makes pure the hand, From all sin he cleanseth The Pen-te-cost Baud. 

thro' him we stand, A hun-dred fold waits for The Pen-te-cost Band. 

Copyright, 1891, by V. A. Dake. 


Vivian A. Dake. 

Eternity's Beggar. 

Fannie Birdsall. 

1. A rich man -was he, and his acres were broad, Aud Lis barns he tore 

2. Helooliedalla-ghast at the sound of that voice. And gazed on his 

3. Out, out from his man siou he wandered a - way. To the depths of e - 

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downtobuild more;"But thy soul is required,thou fool, "said his God, 
rich,earthly store; But it melt- ed a-way; he had made a sad choice, 
ter-ni-ty's night. To beg for re- lief, and to long for the day, 


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He was pov- er-ty's slave ev-er more. - E -ter • ni - ty'sbeg-gar! 
Which shall gladden, no never, his sight. ) 




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then list to the voice of thy God, And turn to the Lord while you may. 

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Only for Souls. 

V. A. Dake. 


E. Sherratt. 


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On-ly for souls, our life's work shall be; On-ly for souls, 'till 
On-ly for souls, while the tear - drops start, On-ly for souls, tho' with. 
Only for souls, with zeal eat - en up, On ly for souls, Geth - 
Only for souls, the summons we'll hear,Only for souls, be it 
On-ly for souls, tho' the con-flict be long, On ly for souls, 'gainst an 



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death shall set free. We'll strive as those run - ning after earth's goals; 

ach - ing heart; Go, friend ships and pleasures,your death knell tolls; 

sem-a-ne's cup. My heart, thou the al- tar where burneth live coals, 

far or near, From the heat of the trop-ic to earth's steady i^oles, 

en-e - my strong, Vic • to - rious the is-sue, our God all con-trols. 



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res- cue, for time swiftly tells; On - ly for souls, 

On - ly for souls. 



Copyright, 1891, by V. A. Dake. 

276 Separation from the Wor'd. 

Vivian A. Dake. Ida M. Dake. 


1. Take the world with its fol -lies and rich 

2. While my heart-strings are break- ing a - sun 

3. All that fame or that pleas - ure can of 

4. I now glad - ly give all up for Je 




es, All its 

der. And I 

fer, All that 

sus. Take the 


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pleas -ures I've count - ed but 

tear - f ul - ly gaze on the 

wealth or that hon - or can 

cross, die the death to the 





And the dread of the 

From the wreck of my 

All, yea all, that I've 

Sep - a - ra - tion, the 

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com -ing to-mor - row, Mock its joys, turn its gains 

earth-ly am-bi - tion, To my Je - sus for ref- 

hoped for, my time, life, Glad- ly goes, on his cross 

mot -to I her - aid, O'erthecross isthatmot 

all to loss, 
ugei've fled. 
, let them die. 
-to un - furled. 

Copyright, 1891, by V. A. Dake. By per. 

The Fire is on the Altar. 


J. G. Terrill. 

Fannie Birdsall. 

Bring thy spir • it, soul and bod-y, To the al - tar of thy Lord; 
Pen -te- cost has now come full- y, No more wait-ing for the fire; 
Fire to purge thy dross completely, Fire the wit - ness to im-part; 
Fire to fill thy words with burning,Fire to send thee thro' the land; 
Are they gifts up - on the al • tar,For his cleansing dost thou yearn? 


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Con - se- crate all to his ser -vice, As he's taught thee in his word. 
All is read - y at the al - tar. To ful - fill thy soul's de - sire. 
Fire to kin - die to a glow -ing, All thy wealth of mind and heart. 
Fire to quick- en all around thee.Fire for light on ev - 'ry hand. 
Trust him now,yea, trust him full - y, Lolthe fire be- gins to burn. 






iHt CTo.The fire 
^dC/io. The fire 

the al - tar, Wait- iu£ 
the al - tar, Burn-int 


now for thee; 
now for thee; 






Wait • ing, wait - ing, wait - ing. Wait- ing now for thee. 
Burn - ing, burn -ing, burn - lug, Burn- ing now for thee. 



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278 Though Ye Have Lain Among the Pots. 

\ A Dake. Flora Birdsall Nelson. 


Tho' ye have 

Tho' ye liave 

Tho' ye have 

Tho' ye have 


a - mong the pots, 

a - mong the pots, 

a - mong the pots, 

a - mong the pots, 

Gov - ered 


Heav - en 

with the dust of neg - lect; 
fit for use an - y - where; 
by the centers of sin; 
ward joy - ful - ly come; 
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work done for Je - sus. 

Spot - ted with sin-ning, 

Heart, by sin crushed, 

Lau - rels en-twiu-ing 

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Who from sin hath freed us, On which thy 
Hin- dered from win-ning Joys which thy 
Voice, by hell hush- ed, Bruis - ed with 
In heav'n'slightshin-ing, Hon - ored and 
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soul can re - fleet. 
God doth pre - pare, 
out and with - in. 
fit - ted for home. 

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Vivian A. Dake. Fannie Birdsall 






1. Lo! these years I came ex -pect-ing.Fruit to find on this fair tree; 
3. At- my last year's vis ~ i - ta tion,Was the ax laid at its root; 

3. It is but a graceless slumb'rer,Bear-ing on - ly worthless leaves; 

4. Fruitless one, a - las, pro-fess ing,That a child of God you are; 

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But its mis - sion long neg lect-ing.Naught but leaves, alas! I see. 
Mer-cy'syear of ex - pec- ta-tion,Hath, a - las! produced no fruit. 
Cut it dowuj the bar - ren cumb'rer.Makinsrroom for fruit -ful trees. 

This your fate, no grace pos-sess-ing," Cut it down, and do not spare. 
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Cut it down, cut it down. Cut the barren 

Cut it down, cut it down, 

fig tree down. 

Copyright, 1891, by V. A. Dake. 


My Jesus, I Love Thee. 



Arr. by Fannie Birdsall. 

1. My Je - sus, I love Ihee, I know thou art mine; 

2. I have loved thee be - cause thou hast first lov - ed me, 

3. I have loved thee in life, I will love thee in death, 

4. In man - sions of glo - ry and end - less de • light, 



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And ptir-chased my par - don on Cal - va 
And praise thee as long as thou lend' - est 
I'll ev - er a - dore thee, in heav - en 
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thee for wear - ing the thorns on thy brow, If ev- er I 

when the death-dew lies cold on my brow. If ev- er I 

with the glit - ter - ing crown on my brow. If ev- er I 


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loved thee. My Je - sus, 'tis now. Hal-le - lu - jah, hal - le 







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My Jesus, I Love Thee. Concluded. 


jah, I'm washedin theblood.Hal-le - lu-jali,haMe • lu-jahj'm 


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grand to be free.Hal -le-lu-jah to Je-sus.Hisbloodcleanseth me. 





O Save me at the Cross. 

LOVING Saviour, hear my cry, 
Trembling to thy arms I fly, 
O save me at the cross. 

1 have sinned, but thou hast died, 
In thy mercy let me hide; 

save me at the cross. 

Dear Jesus, receive me. 
No more would I grieve thee. 
Now, blessed Redeemer, 
O save me at the cross. 

2 Though I perish, I will pray, 
Thou of life the living way, 

O save me at the cross. 
Thou hast said thy grace is free, 
Have compassion, Lord, on me, 

O save me at the cross. 

3 "Wash me in thy cleansing blood, 
Plunge me now beneath the flood, 

O save me at the cross. 
Only faith will pardon bring, 
In that faith to thee I cling, 

save me at the cross. 

— Fanny J. Crosby. 

L. M. 

Praise for Renewing Grace. 

1 To God, my Saviour and my King, 
Fain would my soul her tribute bring; 
Join me, ye saints, in songs of praise, 
For ye have known and felt his grace. 

2 With speed he flew to my relief. 
Bound up my wounds and soothed my 

Poured joy divine into my heart, 
And bade each anxious fear depart. 

3 These proofs of love, my dearest Lord, 
Deep in my breast I will record: 
The life which I from thee receive. 
To thee, behold, I freely give. 

4 My heart and tongue shall tune thy 

Through the remainder of my days: 
And when I join the powers above, 
My soul shall better sing thy love. 


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Harvest Time. 



W. A. Spencer. 





- { The seed I have scattered in springtime with weeping, And watered with 
' ( An-oth - er may shout when the harvesters reap-ing, Shall gath - er my 







tears and with dews from on high; :|| grain in the "sweet by and by. 


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Harvest Time. Concluded. 


2 Another may reap what in springtime I've planted, 

Another rejoice in the fruit of uiy pain, — 
Not knowina: my tears when in summer I fainted, 
While toiling sad-hearted in sunshine and rain. 

3 The thorns will liave choked and the summer sun blasted 

The most of the seed which in spring-time I've sown ; 
But the Lord who has watched while my weary toil lasted 
Will give me a harvest for what I have done. 

Help Just a Little. 

Music from "The Wells of Salvation.' 
New words by Kev. W. A Spenceu. 



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1. Brother for Christ's kingdom sighing, Help a lit tie, help a lit • tie; 

2. Is thy cup made sad by tri-al? Help a lit tie, help a lit tie, 

3. Tho' no wealth to thee It giv-en, Help a lit tie, help a lit - tie; 

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Help a little, help a little, Help a little, help a little. 

Help to lift each fallen brother. Bravely look t'ward God's tomorrow. 

Help just a little. Help just a little. 

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The Clanging Bells of Time. 

ELI.EN H. Gates. 

Fannie Birdsall. 

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Oh, the clanging bells 
Oh, the clanging bells 
Oh, the clanging bells 
Oh, the clanging bells 

of time! Night and day they nev - er cease; 
of time! How their changes rise and fall; 
of time! To their voic - es loud and low, 
of time! Soon their notes will all be dumb; 







We are wearied with their chime, For they do not give us peace; 

But in un-der- tones sub - lime, Sounding clearly thro' them all. 

In a long,un - rest - ing line, We are marching to and fro; 

And in joy and peace sub - lime. We shall feel the si-leuce come; 




And we hush our breath to hear, And we strain our eyes to see, 
Is a voice that must be heard. As our moments onward flee; 
And we yearn for sight or sound Of the life that is to be. 
And our souls their thirst shall slake, And our eyes the King shall see, 



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E - ter- ni- ty. 
E - ter- ni- ty. 
E - ter- ni- ty. 

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If thy shores are drawing near, E-ter-ni-ty, 
And it speak eth aye one word, E-ter-ni-ty, 
For thy breath doth wrap us round, E-ter-ni -ty. 

When thy glorious morn shall break, E-ter-ni-ty, 






Copyright, 1S91, by V. A. Dake. By per. 



Vivian A Dake. 

Ida M. Dake. 




Redeemed,yes,redeemed,lo! hedies on the cross, And lo! for my 

2. Redeemed, yes, redeemed,saved from sin here be-low, With pow'r to o'er- 

3. Redeemed.yes, redeemed, by the blood of the Lamb, Redeemed,sing his ■ 

4. Redeemed,sing the cho-rus, ye saints in thesky;Redeemed,sound the 

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sins he is count -ed but dross, Redeemed by his stripes, we are 
come, in the light glad to go; Redeemed from the fol -lies of 
prais - es, his on - ly I am; He bought me, and taught me his 

vie - tor's notes.roll them on high; Redeemed,join hisprais-es, ye 







ev - er-more healed. And peace to our souls by such love is revealed, 
fashion and pride; With heaven - ly pat - terns our loug-ings to guide, 
wonder - f ul love ; Redeemed and made white as the wings of a dove, 
low - ly of earth ;Redeemed, tell the world of our Lord's wondrous worth. 


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1. There's a world ev 

2. There's a house ev 

3. There's a crown ev 

Flora Birdsall Nelson. 



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er - last - ing, Of jas - per and pearl; 
er - last - ing, Not build -ed with hands, 
er - last - ing, A crown of pure gold, 

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Nor founded on sand, 

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And there is my home, ne'er to roam. 
That crown I shall wear, ever wear. 

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Ev- er dwell, ev- er dwell, 

Ne' er to roam, ne' er to roam, 

Ev- er wear, ev- er wear. 

4 There's a hymn everlasting. 
The Lamb is the theme, 
So strong to redeem, 
A hymn never old, 
And yet ever told, 

5 There's a King everlasting, 
He comes on his throne. 
His children to own. 
They waited full long, 
With prayer and with song, 

That hymn I shall sing,for my King. And now he has come, welcome home. 
Ref.— For my King. etc. Ref.— Welcome home, etc. 

Copyright, 1891. by V. A. Dake. By per. 

O Come to tlie Saviour. 287 

Thomas H. Nelson. Fannie Birdsall. 





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1. O come to the Sav-iour, thou sin - bur den'd one, i\o long-er in 
3. You live in a coun-try where death is a - broad, The tombs of your 

3. The dawn of to-morrow j'ou nev - cr may see, In a world where you 

4. The an • gel of mer- cy has troub - led the pool ; God of- fers you 

5. Your sun "is fast set-ting, Oh, turn while you may, The voice of your 




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dark-ness re-main, Oh, turn to him ere you're for- ev - er un- 
fa - thers in sight. You know j'ou are treading the way they have 
can be for-giv'n, Ere the sun doth a - 'rise, cold iu death you may 
par - don to-night, Oh, yield to him,.sin - ner, he died for your 
God whispers "come;" The pit - falls of sin ly - ing thick in your 


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done. Stay not on the doom-threatened plain, 

trod, Then why not get read - y to - night? 
be. Oh, will it be hell, or be heav'u? 

soul. He'll save you from sin's aw - ful blight, 

way, Only Je - sus can help you to shun. 

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par-don to - night; Sal- va-tion from sin's awful blight; Oh, come to his 

cross, count all things but loss. He'll change all your darkness to light. 

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Free Indeed. 

Thomas H. Nelson. 

Flora Birdsall Nelson. 


once was in bond - age to Sa- tan. In chains un - der 
But God let the light burst up - on me,Whichsmote me with 
Nowpeo-ple look on me in won-der, To the world I 

4. My peace flow- eth on like 

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ter - ror and dread; The walls of my pris ■ on house trembled, I 
pear to be mad; Un - speak -a -blejoy fills my bo - som. In 
bloomsas the rose; I shout, for I can -not help shouting,When. 
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rounds me, I've tak - en my harp from the tree; And struck the glad 

dun- geon, The curse that once hung o- ver me, And I rush toward the 

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I Left it All with Jesus. 

1 Oh, I left it all with Jesus, long ago, 

long ago! 
My sinfulness I brought him and my woe; 
And when by faith I saw him on the tree, 
And heard his still, small whisper, '"Tis 

for thee," 
From my weary heart the burden rolled 

And now I'm singing glory, happy day. 

2 Oh, I leave it all with Jesus, for he 

Just how to take the bitter from life's 

And how to gild the tear-drop with his 

To make the desert garden bloom awhile; 
Then, with all my weakness, leaning on 

his might. 
My soul sings hallelujah, all is light. 

3 Oh, I leave it all with Jesus, day by day. 
My faith can firmly trust him, come 

what may, 
For hope has dropped her anchor, found 

her rest. 
Within the calm, sure haven of his breast: 
And oh! 'tis joy of heaven to abide 
Close to my dear Eedeemer, at his side. 

It Reaches Me. 

1 OH, this uttermost salvation! 
'Tis a fountain full and free, 

Pure, exhaustless, ever flowing. 
Wondrous grace! it reaches me! 

Cho. It reaches me! it reaches me! 

Wondrous grace' it reaches me! 
Pure, exhaustless, ever flowing. 
Wondrous grace! it reaches me! 

2 How amazing God's compassion. 
That so vile a worm should prove 

This stupendous bliss of heaven. 
This unmeasured wealth of love! 

3 Jesus, Saviour, I adore thee! 
Xow thy love I will proclaim; 

I will tell the blessed story, 
I will magnify thy name! 
289 ^g Mary D. James. 


1 ALL my life long I had panted 

For a draught from some cool spring 
That I hoped would quench the burning 
Of the thirst I felt within. 


Hallelujah! I have found it— 
What my soul so long has craved! 

Jesus satisfies my longings; 
Through his blood I now am saved. 

2 Feeding on the husks around me, 
Till my strength was almost gone, 

Longed my soul for something better, 
Only still to hunger on. 

3 Poor I was and sought for riches, 
Something that would satisfy; 

But the dust I gathered round me 
Only mocked my soul's sad cry. 

4 Well of water ever springing — 
Bread of life so rich and free — 

Untold wealth that never f aileth — 
My Redeenaer is to me. 

Clara Tear. 
He Saves Me Through ajnd Through. 

1 THE blood that Jesus shed for me 
When groaning^ dying on the tree. 
From all transgression cleauseth me. 

And saves me through and through. 

Saved, saved, yes, I am saved, 

My heart is created anew ; 
The blood of Jesus cleanseth me, 

And saves me through and through, 

2 In perfect trust I now resign 
My aU to him whose will is mine; 
He fills my soul with love divine. 

And saves me through and through. 

3 No angel tongue such praise can 

Nor learn the song that now I sing 
To him, my Prophet, Priest and King, 
Who saves me through and through. 

4 I know not what my joy will be. 
When face to face my Lord I sec, 
But this I know, he cleanseth me, 

And saves me through and through. 
Fanny J. Crosby. 

290 At Evening Time It Shall B§ Light. 


Thomas H. Nelson 

Flora Birdsall Nelson. 



1. The sun that rose on east-ern plains, Gives 

2. Shall we, who see the light of God, In 

3. From frost and snows of Norway's hills, With 



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2. Shall we who see the 

3. From frost and snows of 


east- ern plains, 
light of God, 
Nor-way's hills, 



•west - ern na - tious light. For hours af 
glo - ry's un- veiled face.Not throw to east 
crim - sou mid-night sun, To fevered fields. 

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light they gave to us? Yes, light from 
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Sun of righteousness, By o- ri - en tals seen. But now in 
heav'u is bursting forth, This ninlit of sin shall break, Sal - va tiou 
hills of Ger-ma-ny Are tak-iug up the strain; Which lifts the 

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While we en -joy bis beams, 

Of east - era cburcb and state. 

And ligbt ap-pears a - gain. 

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stops the tread- uiill round 
gloom of ag - es past, 







4 The swarthy sons of India 

Shall soon his praises sing, 
And bring the Gauges worshippers 

To Christ, the Lord and King. 
Australia" s devil-worshippers 

At peace with God shall be. 
For light must break on every land, 

And island of the sea. 

5 Ye favored nations of the west. 

On whom this light now shines, 
Come, help us to reflect the flame 

To darkened eastern climes; 
Send on the finest of your flocks, 

The child that sweetest sings. 
And ye, who have no child, send gold 

For missionary wings. 

OUR Master has taken His journey, 
To a country that's far away, 

And has left us the care of the ^dneyard, 
To work for Him day by day. 


There's a work for me and a work for you, 
Something for each of us now to do. 
Yes, a work for me and a work for you, 
Something for each of us now to do. 

2 In this "little while," doth it matter, 
As we work, and we watch, and we wait, 

If we're filling the place He assigns us, 
Be its service small or great. — Cho. 

3 There's only one thing should concern 

To find just the task that is ours; 
And then, having found it, to do it, 
With all our God-given powers. — Cho. 

4 Our Master is coming most surely, 
To reckon with every one; 

Shall we, then count our toil or our sor- 
If His sentence be, "Well done." — Cho. 
Crowtjikg Day. 
OUR Lord is now rejected. 

And by the world disowned 

By the many still neglected, 

And by the few enthroned, 

But soon He'll come in glory, 

The hour is drawing nigh. 
For the crowning day i.s coming by and 

Oh, the crowning day is coming. 

Is coming by and by, 
When our Lord shall come in "power" 

And "glory" from on high: 
Oh, the glorious sight will gladden 

Each waiting, watchful eye. 
In the crowning day that's coming by 
and by. 
2 The heav'ns shall glow with splendor. 

But brighter far than they 
The saints shall shine in glory, 

As Christ shall them array; 
The beauty of the Saviour, 

Shall dazzle every eye. 
In the crowning day that's coming by 
and by. — Cho. 

3 Our pain shall then be over. 
We'll sin and sigh no more. 

Behind us all of sorrow, 291 

And naught but joy before, 
A joy in our Redeemer; 

As we to Him are nigh, 
In the crowning day that's coming by 
and by. — Cho. 

4 Let all that look for, hasten 
The coming joyful day. 

By earnest consecration, 

To walk the narrow way, 
By gath'ring in the lost ones. 

For whona our Lord did die. 
For the crowning day that's coming by 
and by. — Cho. 
God Be With You 
GOD be with you till we meet again, 

By his counsels guide, uphold you. 

With His sheep securely fold you, 
God be with you till we meet again. 


Till we meet, till we meet. 
Till we meet at Jesus' feet, 
Till we meet, till we meet, 
God be with you till we meet again. 

2 God be with you till we meet again, 
'Neath His wings securel^^ hide you. 
Daily manna still provide you, 

God be with you till we meet again. — Cho. 

3 God be with you till we meet again, 
When life's perils thick confound you, 
Put his arms unfailing round you, 

God be with you till wo meet again. — Cho. 

4 God he with you till we meet again. 
Keep love's banner floating o'er you. 
Smite death's threat'ning wave before 

God be with yon till we meet again. — ChO. 



Thomas H. Nelson. 

Fannie Birdsall. 

1. God's cure for our love for the flesh-pots of E-gypt; His healing of 
3. He fast - ens not plums on the thoru-trees of Satan, But changes their 

3. Each saintin the world is "a liv - ing e - pis-tie. He's read and he's 

4. The church of the Lord nev -er has been aprison,Wheremenlove the 

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long-ings for gar-lick and leeks; Is the corn and the wine of the 

nat - lire to fir trees of love; So nat • 'ral - ly bear they the 

roared at, yet happy with- in, No long- er he's looking for 

wrong, but are forced to the right.But chang-ing each sin wrest ed 

sin - f ul are all from the soul; Get healed at the core,each un- 

kingdom of Canaan. AVhich all our de • sires e - ter - nal -ly meets, 
fruit of the Spi-rit,Tho' once like the rav-en, they're now like the dove, 
grapes on the thistles, Or figs on the thorn-trees and briars of sin. 

bent of their being, They turn from the e - vil, and walk in the light. 

ho - ly bent stopping, The stream will be pare, when the fountain is whole. 

Jesus' blood will change your darkness into light,Makingev'ry 

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ANYWHERE with Jesus I can safely go. 

Anywhere He leads me in this world be- 

Anywhere without Him, dearest joys 
would fade, 

Anywhere with Jesus I am not afraid. 

Anywhere, anywhere? 

Eear I cannot know. 
Anywhere with Jesus 

I can safely go. 

2 Anywhere with Jesus I am not alone. 
Other friends may fail me, He is still 

my own; 
Though his hand may lead me over 

' drearest ways, 
Anywhere with Jesus is a house of 
praise. — Cho. 

3 Anywhere with Jesus I can go to sleep. 
When the darkening shadows round 

about me creep. 
Knowing I shall waken never more to 

Anywhere with Jesus will be home, 

sweet home. Cho. 

Undeb His Wings. 

IN God I have found a retreat, 
Where I can securely abide; 

No refuge or rest so complete; 
And here I intend to reside. 

what comfort it brings, 
As my soul sweetly sings: 

1 am safe from all danger 
While under his wings. 

2 I dread not the terror by night, 
No arrow can harm me by day, 

His shadow has covered me quite. 
My fears he has driven away. 

3 The pestilence walking about. 
When darkness has settled abroad. 

Can never compel me to doubt 
The presence and power of God. 

4 The wasting destruction at noon 
No fearful foreboding can bring: 

With Jesus my soul doth commune, 
His perfect salvation I sing. 

5 A thousand may fall at my side. 
And ten thousand at my right hand; 

Above me his wings are spread wide. 
Beneath them in safety I stand. 

"THERE shall be showers of blessing:" 

This is a promise of love: 
There shall be seasons refreshing, 

Sent from the Saviour above. 


Showers of blessing. 
Showers of blessing we need; 
Mercy-drops round us are falling, 
But for the showers we plead. 

2 "There shall bs showers of blessing:" 
Precious reviving again; 

Over the hills and the valleys, 
Sound of abundance of rain. 

3 "There shall be showers of blessing : ' ' 
Send them upon us, O Lord! 

Grant to us now a refreshing, 
Come and now honor thy word. 

4 "There shall be showers of blessing:" 
Oh, that to-day they might fall, 

Now as to God we're confessing, 
Now as on Jesus we call. 

Clinging to Jesus. 
Tune: Work for the Night is Coming. Pg.253. 

1 FOLLOW the paths of Jesus, 

Walk where his footsteps lead. 
Keep in his beaming presence. 

Every counsel heed; 
Watch while the hours are flying. 

Ready some good to do: 
Quick while his voice is calling, 

yield obedience true. 

2 Cling to the hand of Jesus, 

All through the day and night, 
Dark though the way, and dreary. 

He will guide you right. 
Live for the good of others. 

Helpless, oppressed, and wrong. 
Lift them f i-Dm depths of sorrow. 

In his strength be strong. 

He Answered Never a Word. 

Should be sung as a Solo or Quartette , 

A M Bean. 

1. A friend - less pris - oner at Pi - late'sbar, 'Mid the 

2. The priests and the el • ders with fiend- ish spite, Ac - 

3. With fierc - est hat- red his foes pressed on, To 

4 Then they bro't out the cross, that Ba - rab-bas should fill, He a 
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rag - iug mob he stood; Like wolves that had scented his 
cused him of ma - ny things; But his face was ra-diantwith 
kill him, their greatest de- sire; The faith of his followerswas 
mur-der - er, now to go free. And they laid it on Je - sus, to 

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ru - sa-lem's cit - y was stirred;" A- way with him, let him be 

wick • ed charge he heard, His mute lips moved as in 

mur-der-er is pre f erred, He who raised the dead, has he 

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5 The rabble with spite and revenge urged him on. 

Till he came to Calvary's height, 
Where they nailed his hands and his feet to the cross, 

( O siunner, look on him to-night! ) 
Tlien raising the cross, oh! what suffering and pain. 

Till the earth and the heavens were stirred. 
But the suffering Jesus with meekness endured. 

And he answerd never a word. 

6 But there hung by his side a thief, broken and sad. 

With sins that were all his own; 
And he cried, " Dear Lord, remember me. 

When thou sittest on thy throne." 
And the Saviour turned and looked upon him. 

His compassion deep was stirred; 
And peace, sweet peace, he shed o'er that soul. 

He could answer Mm with a word. 

Room for Jesus. . 

THOU didst leave thy throne, and thy 
kingly crown, 
When thou earnest to earth for me; 
But in Bethlehem's home there was 
found no room 
For thy holy nativity. 
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus! 

There is room in my heart for thee. 

Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, come, 

There is room in my heart for thee. 

2 Heaven's arches rang when the angels 
Of thy birth and thy royal decree; 
But in lowly birth didst thou come to 
And in greatest humility. 

,3 Foxes found their rest, and the birds 
had their nests 
In the shade of the cedar tree; 
But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son 
of God, 
In the deserts of Galilee. 

4 Thou camest, O Lord, with thy living 

That should set thy people free; 
But with mocking and scorn, and with 

crown of thorn. 
Did they bear thee to Calvary. 

5 Heaven's arches shall ring, and its 

choirs shall sing 
At thy coming to victory; 
Thou wilt call me home, saying "Tet 

there is room, 
There is room at my side for thee." 
295 —Emily S. Elliott. 


The Waiting Time. 

3d, 4tli, & 6th. stanzas by 
H. H. LooMis. 

Arranged by- 
Rev. A. D. Gaines, 

1. There are days of deep -est sorrow, In the sea- son of our life; 

2 Youth and love are oft im-patient,Seeking things beyond their reach; 

3 "When the bloom of nat - ure vrithers, And the soul has wea - ry grown, 
4, When our faith hath grasped the promise, Qf a rapt-ure yet a - far, 



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There are wild, de-spair-iug moments,Thato'ertake us in the strife 
And the heart grows faint with hoping, Ere it learns what life can teach 
With its deep and nameless yearning.Standing des -o - late and lone. 
While the bliss- ful vis -ion tar - ries, Oh.'how long the sea-sons are. 

There are hours of sto-ny an-guish, When the tears re - fuse to fall; 
But be- fore the fruit be gathered, We must see the blos-soms fall; 
Oh! howpain-ful is the blighting.That doth chas-ten and enthrall; 
Ere themorn of glo - ry dawneth, Night must spread her darkest pall. 
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The bard - est time of all, 
5th. V He taught us how to wait, 
6th. V. Yes, crowns the hearts that wait, 

The hard - est time of all. 
He taught us how to wait. 
Yes, crowns the hearts that wait. 



5 But at last we learn the lesson, 

That God knoweth what is best, 
And a silent resignation. 

Makes the spirit calm and blest; 
For we know the days are coming, 

In the changes of our fate. 
When our hearts will thank him meekly, 

That he taught us how to wait. 

6 There's a joy for ev'ry sorrow, 

There's a song for every sigh. 
When the waiting time is over. 

We shall knowit by and by. 
For the rest that Jesus chooses. 

Never reaches us too late. 
And the highest bliss of heaven 

Crowns at last the hearts that wait. 


Waiting at the Pool. 

THOUSANDS stand to-day in sorrow, 

Waiting at the pool; 
Saying they will wash to-morrow, 

Waiting at the pool; 
Others step in, left and right, 
Wash their stained garments white, 
Leaving you in sorrow's night, 

Waiting at the puol; 
Waiting, waiting, waiting at the pool. 

2 Souls, your filthy garments wearing, 

Waiting at the pool; 
Hearts, your heavy burden bearing, 

Waiting at the pool; 
Can it be you never heard, 
Jesus long ago hath stirred 297 

The waters with his mighty word! 

Waiting at the pool; 
Waiting, waiting, waiting at the pool. 

3 Thousands once were standing near you, 

Waiting at the pool; 
Come their voices back to cheer you. 

Waiting at the pool; 
Back from Canaan's happy shore, 
Sorrows past and labors o'er. 
Where they stand In tears no more, 

^ Waiting at the pool; 
Waiting, waiting, waiting at the pool. 

4 Step in boldly— death may smite you, 

Waiting at the pool: 
•Jesus may no more invite you. 

Waiting at the pool; 
Faith is near you, take her hand. 
Seek with her the better land, 
And no longer doubting stand. 

Waiting at the pool, 
Waiting, waiting, waiting at the pool, 

L. M. 
The Love of God. 

How vast the love of God to me, 
An ocean boundless, deep and wide, 

I plunge in its immensity, 
And I am lost beneath its tide. 

The love of God who can proclaim. 
An angel's tongue might try in vain, 

And earth's ten-thousand voices lame, 
In singing of a Saviour slain. 

The love of God, its depth and height, 
Its length and breadth are mine to 
But when I've searched with human 
CT- aloud 'tis boundless love. 

The love of God that saved from death, 
That snatched from Satan's cruel power, - 

I'll magnify with every breath. 
And shout aloud with life's last hour. 
—V. A. Dake. 

298 Somewhere. 

• There's a wonderful country, somewhere," said an old brother in class. 

J. G. T. 

J. G. Terrii,l. 

1. There's a won-der-ful coun - try, somewhere; For rich o- dors are 
2 There's a won-der-ful Influence, somewhere; It's se - cur-ing a 

3. There's a won-der-ful Pres - ence, somewhere; That I'm feel-ing wher- 

4. Out in - to that w^on-der ful somewhere, I am feel-ing I 

5. Dear Presence, O won-der-ful Presence, I have learned of thy 





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hold on my soul; It is drawing me outward and upward. As the 

ev - er I move; It sur rounds and per-vades and commands me, With the 

short-ly shall go; These long- ings and drawings are loosening The 

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some-where I'm long-ing to see. That won-der-ful, wonder -ful 

mo • ments un - ceasing - ly roll. That won-der - ful, won-der - ful 

sense of an in - fl - nite love. That won-der - ful, won-der - ful 

bind - ings that tie me be - low. Out in - to that won-der-ful 

now and for - ev - er the same O that won-der - ful, wonder -ful 




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That wonderful, won-der-ful In-fluence, That won 

That wonderful, won-der-ful Pres-ence, That won 

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That wonderful, won-der-ful Pres-ence, That won 



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wou-der - ful some-where, I am long-ing, 
won der - f nl In - flueuce. I long, oh, 

won-der ful Pres- euce, How I long, how 
won-der - ful some-where, I am long-ing, 
won-der - ful Pres- ence, Hal- le - lu - jahl 

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I long 
I long 

I'm long 
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Do You Know What Makes us H^ijPY? 

DO you know what makes us happj', 

When so many hearts are sad? 
We are little friends of Jesus, 
That is v'hy we are so glad. 
We are little friends. 
We are loving friends, 
We are happy, happy little friends 

of Jesus. 
We aJe little friends. 
We are loving friends, 
We are happy all day long. 

2 We are little lambs of Jesus, 

He our shepherd kind and dear, 
Speaks and though we do not see him, 
In our hearts his voice we hear. 

3 Jesus loves the children dearly, 

In his word he tells us so. 
Once he took them up and blessed them 
Many, many years ago. 

Hear the Pennies Dropping. 
1. Hear the pennies dropping. 

Listen while they fall 
Every one for Jesus. 

He will get them all. 

Chorus. (Children clap their hands while singing the first 

Dropping, dropping, dropping, 
Hear the pennies fall. 
Every one for Jesus. 
He will get them all, 

2 Dropping, dropping ever. 

From each little hand; 
'Tis our gift to Jesus, 
From each little band. 

3 Xow while we ai-o little 

Pennies are our store; 
But when we are older. 
Lord will give us more. 

The Bond.\ge of Love. 
1 SWEET will of Godl thou hast gird- 
ed me round. 
Like the deep, moving currents that 
girdle the sea; 
With omnipotent love is my poor nature 
And this bondage to love sets me per- 
fectly Tree I 


Hallelujah I hallelujah ! my soul is now 

For the precious blood of Jesus 

cleanseth even me. 

2 For years my will wrestled with vague 


That like a sad angel o'ershadowed my 
God's light in my soul with the darkness 
was blent, 

And my heart ever longed for an un- 
clouded day. 

3 My wild will was captured, yet under 

the yoke 
There was pain, and not peace, at the 

press of the load. 
Till the glorious burden the last fiber 

And I melted like was in the furnace 

of God. 

4 And now I have flung myself reckless- 

ly out, 
Like a chip on the stream of the Infi- 
nite Will; 
I pass the rough rocks with a smile and a 
And I just let my God his dear purpose 

5 I care not for self; all my blessings and 

I gladly yield up to the mandate above; 
My crosses and triumphs, my losses and 

I bury them all in the vortex of love. 

6 And now my King Jesus has all his own 

I want but to catch his low whispering 

'Tis my bliss to lie low 'neath his scepter's 

bright sway, 
For my triumph I see in each step of 

my Lord. 
8 Roll on checkered seasons, bring smiles 

or bring tears, 
My soul sweetly sails on an infinite 

I shall soon touch the shores of eternity's 

And near the white throne of my Sav- 
iour abide. 299 

300 We'll Girdle the Globe With Salvation. 

V. A. Dake. 

Ida M. Dake. 

1. Beliold the bauds . . stretched out for aid, Darkened by 

2 In heathen lands they watch and wait, And sigh for 

3 O flash the tid - • ings! shout the sound,... In dark- est 

4 Thewatchflreskin - die far and near, In ev - 'ry 





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2. In heathen lands 

3. O flash the tidings - 

4. The watchfires kindle 

stretched out for aid, 
they watch and wait, 

shout the sound, 
far and near, 



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Darkened by sin 
And sigh for help 
In dark - est lands 
In ev - 'ry land 

and sore dismayed, 
which comes so late; 
the world a- round, 
let them ap- pear. 

to their rescue go, Lostwand'rers down to endless woe? 

sin and nature's night, For-ev - er vain- ly seeking light. 

earth, ..... from pole to pole, Shall full Salvation echoes roil. 

lines. . .. of gospel fire, Shall gird the world and mount up higher. 

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O will you to their rescue go,Lostwand'rers down to endless woe? 

And grope in sin and nature's night, Forever vainly seeking light. 

Till all the earth, from pole to pole, Shall hear salvation's echoes roll. 

Till burning lines of gospel fire. Shall gird the world and mount up higher. 

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We'll girdle the globe with i 

va - tioD, With ho- li-ness un-to the Lord- 

And light shall il-lu-mine each nation, The light from the lamp of his word 

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Work, for the Night is Coming. 

From " Soug Garden. 

Dr. L. Mason. 

1. Work, for the night is com - ing, Work thro' the niorn-ing hours; 

2. Work, for the uight is com - lag, Work in the sun - ny noon; 

3. Work, for the night is com - ing, Un - der the sun - set skies; 

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Work while the dew is spark - ling. Work 'mid springing flow'rs: 
D.S.Work, for the night is com - ing. When man's work is done. 
Fill brightest hours with la - bor, Rest comes sure and soon. 
D.S.Work, tor the uight is com - ing, When man works no more. 

While their bright tints are glowing, Woi k, for the day-light flies. 
D.S.Work while the uight is dark-'ning, W lien man's work is o'er. 

Work when the day grows bright-er. Work in the glow-lug sun; 
Giveev-'ry fly - ing min - ute Some-thing to keep in store: 
Work till the last beam fad - eth, Fad - etli to shine no more; 


Drifting Away. 

J. E. Rankin, D. D. by per 

J. D. Wtckopf. 

1. Drift - ing a - way from Je - sus thy Lord, Drift - iiig a- 

2. Drift - ing a - way from the paths ouce trod, Drift - ing a- 

3. Drift - ing a - way from the cross where he died, Drift - ing a- 

4. When wilt thou turn 'gainst the down-ward tide? When wilt con 



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way from love for his word, Dritt-ing a - way from tho't and from 
way from the people of God, Drift-ing a - way from the fel-low-ship 
way from the wound in his side, Dril't-ing a - way from a seat on his 
fess this Je - sns de - nied? When with thy face all alight with the 

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throne, Drift-ing a -way into dark -ness un- known. 

dav, \\''hen wilt thou cease from this drifting a - way? 
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way, drift-ing a - way ; When wilt thou cease from this drifting a - way? 

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Crown Kim. 


Fannie Birdsall. 


L. M. Latimer. 

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1. They hushed their breath that noble band, To catch the last farewell, 

2. All hail the pow'r of Je - sus' name, And clear as bu-glecall, 

3. A bat - tie hymn that soug sped on The world for Christ the call, 

bend The morn-ing dawn at last; 

The south-ern Cross begins 


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The dear home shore re-ced-ing fast With ev - 'ry o - eean swell. 
The words came floating on the air, O crown Him Lord of all. 
For ev - 'ry is - laud of the sea Shall crown him Lord of all. 
Idol and shrine aud mosque and tower At Je - sus' feet are cast. 

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A song of triumph and of joy. From loved oues gathered there 
To those brave ones who gave their lives, To crown him Lord of all. 
They lay their lives down at his'feet, And crown him Lord of all. 
Come cast your tro-phies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 

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Vivian A. Dake. 

Ida M. Dake, 



1. When are you coming to Je ■ sus?Wben will you turn from your 

S, Time e-nough, yet tire you say - ing?Some-time I'll yield, not to - 

3. View all your prospects of glo - ry, Bo't with the blood of the 

4. Will you then hes - i - tate Ion - ger? 'Mid this as - sem-blage of 








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Timemorecon- venientne'er cometh. Why not this 
Pro - eras - ti - na tiou brings ru - in, Smites bright- est 
Take them this hour by de - cid-iiig, Join in the 
Flee to the stronghold of safety, Death, hell and 





mo - ment be - gin? 
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The Way of the Cross. 


Con exfiressione. 

1. I can hear my Saviour calling, I can hear my Saviour calling, 

2. I'll go with him thro' the garden, I'll go with him thro' the garden, 

3. I'll go with him thro' the judgment,ril go with him thro' the judgment, 

4. He will give me grace and glory. He will give me grace and glory. 








I can hear my Saviour calling, "Take thy cross, and follow.follow me." 
I'll go with him thro' the garden, I'll go with him, with him all the way. 
I'll go with him thro' the judgment,ril go with him, with him all the way. 
He will give me grace and glory, And go with me, with me all the way. 






1-3. Where he leads me, I will follow.Where he leads me, I will follow, 
4. Yes, he gives me grace and glory. Yes, he gives me grace and glory. 
Final Choi'us. 

As he leads me, I do follow. As he leads me, I do follow. 





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Where he leads me, I will follow, I'll go with him, with him all the way. 
Yes, he gives me grace and glory. And goes witL me, with me all the way. 
As he leads me, I do follow. He goes with me, with me all the way. 




306 Missionary's Farewell. 

. Dedicated to Mrs. M. B. Hadley, Missionary to Africa. 
Rev. I. B. Rev. I. Baltzell. 


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Missionary's Farewell. Concluded. 


Hark! I hear the Master say, 
"Up, ye reapers! why so slow! " 

To the vineyard, far away, 
Earthly kindred, let me go — Cho. 

Just beyond the rolling tide, 

The uplifted hand I see; 
Lo! the gates are open wide, 

And the lost are calling me. 

4 Father, mother, darling child, 

I must bid you all adieu; 
Far away in Afric's wild, 
There's a work for me to do. — Cho. 

5 Bear me on, thou restless sea, 

Let the winds the canvas swell; 
Afric's shore I long to see. 
Dearest friends, farewell, farewell. 

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ADoa, Father, hear thy child 149 

Abide with me; fast falls the 193 

According to thy gracious word 53 

A charge to keep I have 96 

A friendless prisoner 294 

Ah, whither should I go 106 

Alas, and did my Saviour bleed 82 

All hail the power of Jesus' name 41 

All my life long I had panted 289 

And it reaches me 289 

All praise to our redeeming Lord 75 

All scenes alike, engaging prove 17 

All things are possible to him 121 

Almighty Maker of my frame 21 

Almost persuaded now to believe 187 

Amazing grace how sweet the 63 

Amen to the truth 243 

Am I a soldier of the cross 60 

And am I only born to die 13:3 

And are we yet alive 103 

And can it be that I should gain 117 

And can I yet delay 93 

And it reaches me 289 

And let our bodies part % 

And let this feeble body fail 77 

And must I be to judgment brought 68 

Angels our march oppose 101 

Anywhere with Jesus 293 

A rich man was he 274 

Arise, and bless the Lord 85 

Arise, my soul, arise 124 

Arise, my soul, on wings sublime 13 

Arise, ye saints, arise 110 

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! Put. ... 26 

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! 26 

A stranger in the world 83 

Awake, and sing the song 85 

Awake, Jerusalem, awake 26 

Awake, my soul in joyful lays 247 

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve 62 

Awaken ye people 273 

Away, my needless fears 91 

Away, my unbelieving fear 37 

Away with our sorrow and fear 166 

Before Jehovah's awful throne 5 

Behold! I come with joy to do 72 

Behold the Christian warrior stand 25J 

Behold the hands stretched out 300 

Behold the heathen waits to know 13 

Behold the Saviour of mankind 56 

Behold the servant of the Lord 118 

Behold the throne of grace 87 

Behold what condescending love 57 

Being of beings, God of love 49 

Be present at our table. Lord 183 

Bid me of men beware 113 

Blessed are the poor in spirit 197 

Blessed Bible! how I love it 207 

Blest are the pure in heart 109 

Blest are the sons of peace 89 

Blest be the Father and his love 211 

Blest be the tie that binds 89 

Blest hour when mortal man retires 11 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 127 

Bring thy spirit, soul and body 277 

Broad is the road that leads to death 19 

Brother, for Christ's kingdom sighing . . 283 


Brother, hast thou wandered far 137 

Burst ye emerald gates and bring 170 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 57 

By thy birth, and by thy tears 149 

Called from above, I rise 95 

Call Jehovah thy Salvation 157 

Calm on the bosom of thy God 69 

Cast thy bread upon the waters 252 

Center of our hopes thou art 148 

Children of the heavenly King 145 

Christ, from whom all blessings flow . . . , 138 

Christians, brethren, ere we part 137 

Christ, the Lord is risen to-day 134 

Cling to the Mighty One 193 

Come, and let us sweetly join 138 

Come away to the skies my beloved 178 

Come, come to Jesus 183 

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One 70 
Come, Holy Ghost, all quickening fire . . 117 

Come, Holy Ghost, in love 184 

Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire ... 56 
Come, humble sinner, in whose breast . . 49 
Come, let us anew, our journey pursue, 

with vigor arise . . . ._ 182 

Come, let us anew, our journey pursue, 

roll 183 

Come, let us join our cheerful songs 41 

Come, let us join our friends above 77 

Come, let us join with one accord 51 

Come, let us use the grace divine 60 

Come, let us who in Christ believe 71 

Come, Lord and claim me for thine own 66 

Come, my fond fluttering heart , . . 214 

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 135 

Come, ( ) my God, the promise seal 59 

Come on, my partners, in distress 130 

Come, O thou Traveler unknown 116 

Come, O ye sinners, to the Lord 29 

Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above 33 

Come, sinners, to the gospel feast 38 

Come, sound his praise abroad 99 

Come, Spirit source of light 85 

Come, thou Almighty King 185 

Come, thou everlasting Spjrit 164 

Come, thou Fount of every blessing 160 

Come, thou high and lofty Lord 138 

Come, thou long-expected Jesus 165 

Come to the land of peace 115 

Come, weary sinners, come 114 

Come to me, ye heavy laden 201 

Come unto me when shadows 192 

Come, wisdom , power, and grace divine. 128 

Come, ye disconsolate 192 

Come, ye saints, look here and wonder. . 155 

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy 156 

Come, ye that love the Lord 101 

Dare to do rirht 202 

Dark, dark are the waters 254 

Daughter of Zion, from the dust 58 

Day of judgment, day of wonder 157 

Deathless spirit, now arise 141 

Deep are the wounds which sin has made 21 

Delay not, delay not, O sinner draw 189 

Depth of mercy! can there be 208 145 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep 93- 

Do you hear the Saviour 211 

Do you know what makes us happy? 299 

Drifting away from Jesus thy Lord 302 

Earthly friendships all are riven 340 

Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord 56 

Equip me for the war 110 

Eternal beam of light divine 35 

Eternal power, whose high abode 33 

Eternal source of every joy 27 

Eternal Spirit, God of truth 51 

Eternity —Where 251 

Except the Lord conduct the plan 129 

Fade, fade each earthly joy 191 

Far from my tho'ts, vain world, begone 39 

Far from these scenes of night 114 

Father, how wide thy glory shines 47 

Father, I dare believe 95 

Father of all, in whom alone 55 

Father of me and aU mankind 45 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 148 

Father, to thee my soul I lift 61 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 45 

Father of lights, from whom 206 

Follow the paths of Jesus 293 

Forever here my rest shall be 66 

Forever with the Lord 105 

Fountain of life divine 210 

Fountain of life, to all below 63 

From all that dwell below the skies 5 

From Calvary a cry was heard 17 

From every stormy wind that blows 23 

From Greenland's icy mountains 174. 

Prom the cross uplifted high 146 

Full of trembling expectation 164 

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild 

Gently, Lord, O gently lead us 

Give me the wings of faith to rise 

Give me to trust in thee 

Giver of concord. Prince of peace 

Giver of peace and unity 

Glorious things of thee are spoken 

Glory be to God above 

Go, bring me said the dying fair 

God be with you till we meet again 

God bless our native land 

God has given me a song 

God is in this and every place 

God is the refuge of his saints 

God moves in a m j'sterious way 

God of almighty love 

God of love, who hearest prayer 

God of my life, what just return 

God's cure for our love for the flesh-pots 

God's holy law transgressed 

God, who gave us each a talent 

Go to dark Gethsemane 

Grace 'tis a charming sound 

Gracious Spirit, love divine 

Great God, attend, while Zion sings 

Great God, beneath whose piercing eye . 
Great God, indulge my humble claim . . 

Great God of nations, now to thee 

Great is the Lord our God 

Great scource of being and of Jove 

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 

Had I the gift of tongues 97 

Hail, sacred truth whose piercing rays. . 53 

Hail, thou once despised Jesus 154 

liai>py soul, thy days are ending 199 


Happy the home, when God is there 43 

Hark! how the watchmen cry 107 

Hark! my soul, it is the Lord 145 

Hark! the herald angels sing 135 

Hark! the Saviour's voice from heaven. . 163 

Hark! the voice of love and mercy 151 

Has your life a bitter sorrow 245 

Hasten, brother, hasten 248 

Hasten, sinner, to be wise 136 

Head of the church, whose Spirit fills. .. 15 

Hear the pennies dropping 299 

Hearts of stone, relent, relent 148 

Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken . 152 

He Cometh! he cometh ! 268 

He dies! the friend of sinners dies 39 

He has slain the foes within 271 

He is coming, he is coming 244 

Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear 27 

He that goeth forth and weepeth 205 

Ho! every one that thirsts ,draw nigh 28 

Holy as Thou, O Lord, is none 7 

Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness 162 

Holy Ghost, with light divine 134 

Holy Lamb, who thee receive 136 

Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing 156 

Hosanna to Jesus on high 169 

How beauteous are their feet 91 

How can a sinner know 113 

How do thy mercies close me round 25 

How firm a foundation, ye saints 188 

How great the wisdom, power and grace. 58 

How happy are the little flock 131 

How happy every child of grace 83 

How happy, gracious Lord, are we 130 

How happy is the pilgrim's lot 132 

How happy the sorrowful man 168 

How helpless nature lies 89 

How oft have I the Spirit grieved 79 

How perfect is thy word 99 

How pleasant, how divinely fair 23 

How precious is the book divine 61 

How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound . . 23 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 77 

How swift the torrent rolls 87 

How tedious and tasteless the hours 166 

How vain is all beneath the skies 19 

How vast the love of God 297 

Humble and teachable and mild 122 

I am coming to Mt. Calvarj' 269 

I am dwelling on the mountain 200 

I am waiting by the river 159 

I can hear my Saviour calling 305 

If, on a quiet sea 115 

If thou impart thyself to me 58 

I gave my life for thee 271 

I have started for Canaan 177 

I have found a friend 227 

I heard the voice of Jesus say 77 

I know that my Redeemer lives. And 63 

I know that my Redeemer lives, What. . 7 

I left it all with Jesus 289 

I left my heavenly Father 215 

I'll praise my Maker while I've biteath. . 122 

I look for stormy days 106 

I long to behold him arrayed 169 

I love the holy Son of God 209 

I love thy kingdom. Lord 112 

I'm but a stranger here 191 

I'm going to Mt. Zion.\ 221 

I'm not ashamed to owm my Lord 70 

In answer to ten thousarud prayers 64 


In evil long I took delight 64 

In God I have found a retreat 293 

In the cross of Christ I glory 162 

In the far better land 180 

In the love that knows no waning ■ 231 

In the silent midnight watches 241 

In thy name, O Lord, assembling 150 

I once was in bondage 288 

I saw a wayworn traveler 220 

Is there a thing too hard for thee. 67 

I stood outside the gate 190 

I thank thee, uncreated Sun 123 

I, the good fight have fought Ill 

I thirst, thou wounded Lam b of God 28 

I've found a land of pure delight 204 

I've missed it at last 267 

I've started for Canaan 177 

I want a heart to pray 109 

I was a wandering sheep 103 

I will follow Thee 224 

I will sing you a song of that 178 

I would not live alway 181 

Jerusalem, my happy home 81 

Jesus, at whose supreme command 56 

Jesus, a word, a look from thee 21 

Jesus calls me, I am going 158 

Jesus drinks the bitter cup 171 

Jesus, friend of sinners, hear 172 

Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep 72 

Jesus, I fain would find 95 

Jesus, I my cross have taken 164 

Jesus, in whom the Godhead's rays 24 

Jesus, let thy pitying eye 173 

Jesus, Lord we look to thee 139 

Jesus, lover of my soul 141 

Jesus, my advocate above 13 

Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone 36 

Jesus, my Godl— I know 70 

Jesus, my life, thyself apply 55 

Jesus, my Saviour, Brother, Friend 27 

Jesus, my strength and righteousness. . . 75 

Jesus, my strength, my hope 113 

Jesus, my truth, my way 93 

Jesus now is my Salvation 225 

Jesus, plant and root in me 170 

Jesus, Redeemer of mankind 53 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 31 

Jesus, the sinner's friend, to thee 38 

Jesus, the all-restoring Word 65 

Jesus, the Conqu'ror, reigns 101 

Jesus, the Lord of glory, died 61 

Jesus, the name high over all 41 

Jesus, the sinner's rest thou art 55 

Jesus, the word bestow 91 

Jesus, the word of mercy give 73 

Jesus, thine all-victorious love 66 

Jesus, thou everlasting King 30 

Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 15 

Jesus, thy boundless love to me 121 

Jesus, thy church, with longing eyes 31 

Jesus, thy far-extended fame 22 

Jesus, thy name I love 211 

Jesus, to thee I now can fly 65 

Jesus, we look to thee 87 

Jesus, we thus obey 91 

Jesus, where'er thy people meet 25 

Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding 164 

Jesus, whom angel hosts adore 17 


Jewel-gatherers for a crown z71 

Joy to the world the Lord is come 71 

Just as I am without one plea 9 

Just as thou art, without one trace 9 

"Laiid ahead!" its fruits are waving 229 

Let all men rejoice by Jesus restored 195 

Let everlasting glories crown 13 

Let every tongue thy goodness speak 47 

Let Him to whom we now belong 54 

Let me go, let me go 238 

Let not the wise their wisdom boast 71 

Let party names no more 96 

Let worldly minds the 47 

Let Zion's watchmen all awake 51 

Lift up your hearts to things above 75 

Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus 155 , 

Light of life, seraphic fire 217 ,^ 

Light of those whose dreary dwelling. . . 164 ) 

Live it down 245 S 

Lo! He comes, with clouds descending. . 150 j 

Lo! on a narrow neck of land 133 ' 

Lo! these years I came expecting. ...... 279 ' 

Lo! we come to preach 236 ! 

Long in far-off countries 259 

Look unto Christ, ye sinners own 64 \ 

Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious 155 

Lord, at thy mercy-seat 211 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing. Bid. . 160 
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill. . 160 . 

Lord, fill me with an humble fear 17 

Lord God, the Holy Ghost 108 . 

Lord, how secure and blest are they 33 

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine 22 

Lord, I believe a rest remains 67 

Lord, I believe thy every word 45 

Lord, I despair myself to heal 11 

Lord, if at thy command . . . .- 112 

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 163 

Lord of life, when foes assail us 157 

Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows .... 11 

Lord, that I may learn of thee 135 

Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin 19 

Lord, we believe to us and ours 22 

Lord, we come before thee now. . . 141 

Lost to the sound of the Spirit's 219 

Love divine, all love excelling 158 

Loving Saviour, hear my cry 281 

3Iaster, I own thy lawful claim 120 

'Mid pleasures and palaces 176 

'Mid scenes of confusion 176 

Mourn for the thousands slain 108 

My country, 'tis of thee 185 

My faith looks up to thee 184 

My God, my life, my love 99 

My God, my portion, and my love 83 

My God, the spring of all my joys 62 

My gracious Lord, I own thy right 9 

My home is in heaven 187 

My Jesus, I love thee 280 

My soul, be on thy guard 110 

Nearer, my God, to thee 210 

No more working in the 199 

Not all the blood -of beasts 87 

Now is the accepted time 110 

Now I have found a friend 190 

Now I have found the ground 119 


O, bless the Lord, my soul Ill 

O bliss of the purified 180 

O Christ, who hast prepared 23 

U ( OLue, and dwell in me 95 

O come, Creator, Spirit blest 7 

O come to the Saviour 263 

O come to the Saviour, thou sm-burdened 287 

O could I speak the matchless 128 

O disclose thy lovely face 147 

O eyes that are weary 189 

Of him who did salvation bring 24 

O for a closer walk with God 57 

O for a faith that will not shrink 75 

O for a glance of heavenly day 21 

O for a heart to praise my God 80 

O for an overcoming faith 43 

O for a thousand tongues to sing 41 

O for that dame of living fire 30 

O for that tenderness of heart .. 47 

O God, my heart doth long for thee 253 

O glorious hope of perfect love 131 

Oh, I have spent my all 313 

Oh! I left it all with Jesus 289 

Oh. now I see the crimson wave 289 

Oh, the clanging bells of time 284 

Oh, there is a beautiful city 255 

Oh, the sunlight of heaven 242 

Oh, this Agag, inbred sin 262 

Oh! this uttermost salvation! 289 

Oh, to range the sweet plains 222 

O holy Saviour, friend unseen 209 

O how happy are they 179 

O how the thought of God attracts 70 

O valiant-hearted soldiers 246 

O it is hard to work for God 54 

O love divine, how sweet thou art 129 

O may thy powerful word 101 

O my cross, my dreaded cross 265 

On all the earth thy Spirit shower 15 

Once I wandered in the 284 

Once more, my soul, the rising day 47 

Once more we come before our God. ... 47 

One sweetly, solemn thought 115 

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand 79 

Only for souls 275 

On the shore beyond the sea 306 

O Spirit of the living God 24 

O sweet will of God, thou 299 

O that 1 could my Lord receive 65 

O that I could repent, that 89 

O that I could repent. With. 91 

O that my load of sin were gone 28 

O there is a beautiful city 255 

O thou, from whom all goodness flows. . 58 

O thou God of my salvation 161 

O thou that wouldst not have Ill 

O thou, to whom, in ancient time 15 

O thou in whose presence my soul takes 

delight 179 

O thou, to whose all-searching sight 13 

O thou, who earnest from above 29 

O thou, who driest the mourners' tears.. 65 

O thou, who hast at thy command 21 

O thou, whom all thy saints adore 31 

O thou, whose offering on the tree 7 

O 'tis delight without alloy 80 

Oh, to range the sweet plains 222 

O turn ye, O turn ye 189 

Our children thou dost claim '. ' 91 

Our God ip love, and all his saints 61 


Our Lord is now rejected 291 

O what amazing words of grace 54 

O whr* a mighty change 103 

O what shall I do, my Saviour to praise. 194 

O when shall we sweetly remove 167 

O where are the reapers 203 

O where shall rest be found 108 

O wondrous love divine 114 

O Holy Saviour, friend unseen 209 

O who'll stand up for Jesus 214 

Our Master has taken his journey 291 

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 41 

Praise God from whom 307 5 

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven .... 152 

Prayer is appointed to convey 7 

Pray without ceasing, pray 101 

Precious worker, danger signals 272 

■Prince of peace, control my will 13*^ 

Prostrate at Jesus' feet lli 

Redeemed, yes, redeemed 285 

Redeemer of mankind 85 

Repent, ye sinaers 308 

Return, O wanderer, return 49 

Return, O M'anderer, to thy home 49 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 171 

Rock of ages, cleft for me 146 

Roll on, thou mighty ocean 174 

Safely through another week 149 

Sad and weary with my longing 196 

Salvation! O the joyful sound 231 

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us 153 

Saviour of men, thy searching eye 22 

Saviour, Prince of Israel's race 147 

Saviour, see me from above 173 

Saviour, when in dust to thee 141 

Saviour, while my heart is tender 165 

Say, hast thou found a friend? 211 

See how great a flame aspires 142 

See how the morning sun 89 

See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands 57 

Servant of God, well done 105 

Shepherd of souls, with pitying eye 13 

Show pity, Lord, O Lord forgive 38 

Shrinking from the cold hand of death. . 21 

Smners, lift up your hearts 126 

Sinners, obey the gospel word 29 

Sinners, turn while God is near 143 

Sinners, turn, why will you die 14:3 

Sinners, will you scorn the message .... 264 

Soldiers of Christ, arise 107 

Soldiers of Christ, lay hold 99 

Son of God, thy blessing grant 136 

Sow in the morn thy seed 108 

Spirit or faith, come down 105 

Stay, thou insulted Spirit. Stay 19 

Still nigh me O my Saviour 119 

Submissively, my God 115 

Sun of my soul, thou Saviour 7 

Surrounded by a of foes 123 

Sweet is the prayer whose holy 45 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 165 

Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal 49 

Take my life and let it be 139 

Take the name of Jesus 22S 

Take the world with its 276 

That awful day will surely come G9 

The blood that o esus ^ned for me 289 

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The counsels of redeeming grace 47 

The day is past and gone 109 

The day of Christ, the day of God 25 

Thee we adore, eternal name 53 

The God of Abraham praise 186 

The Gospel! O what endless charms 59 

The harvest field is whit'ning 237 

The head that once was crowned with 

thorns 51 

The heavenly treasure now we have 56 

The king of heaven his table spreads ... 43 
The long lost Son, with streaming eyes. 79 

The Lord Jehovah, reigns 124 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare 120 

The morning light is breaking 175 

The old rugged cross 266 

The praying spirit breathe 97 

There are thousands who 260 

There's a world everlasting 286 

The seed I have scattered 282 

The sun that rose 290 

There are days of deepest sorrow 296 

There are thousands who wander 260 

There is a beautiful world 213 

There is a fountain filled with blood 82 

There is a land of pure delight 79 

There is an hour of peaceful rest 69 

There is a time, we know not when 45 

There's a highway for the ransomed 230 

There's a wideness in God's mercy 162 

There's a wonderful country 2y8 

There shall be showers of blessing 293 

The sacred bond of perf eetness 64 

The sands of time are sinking 235 

The thing my God doth hate 93 

The word of the Lord 257 

They hushed their breath 303 

The word of the Lord has been given . . . 257 

They tell me the path to heaven 216 

They who seek tha throne of grace ...... 185 

This, this is he that came 87 

This, this is the God we adore 169 

Tho' faint yet pursuing 198 

Tho' flocks and herds may perish 256 

Tho' thy bark is out among the 198 

Thou didst leave thy throne 295 

Though eighteen hundred years are past 17 

Though nature's strength decay 186 

Though troubles assail, and dangers af- 
fright 195 

Thou great mysterious God unknown . . . 132 

Thou hidden scource of calm repose 118 

Thou Judge of quick and dead 97 

Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace 35 

Thousands stand to-day in sorrow 297 

Thou Shepherd of Israel and mine 168 

Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes. . 43 

Thou sweet, beloved will of God 37 

Thou very present aid 96 

Tho' ye have lain among the pots 278 

Thy ceaseless unexhausted love 60 

Thy gracious pr ^sence, O my God 49 

Thy law is perfect, Lord of light 54 

Thy presence. Lord, the place shall fill. . 59 

Till he come, O let the words 144 

'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow ... 15 

'Tis the last call of mercy . 198 

Time speeds away 206 

To-day if you will hear 208 

To-day the Saviour calls 177 

To Father, Son and Holy Ghost 40 

To God. my Saviour, and mv Kins 287 


To God, the Father, bv,... 84 

Too long guilty 188 

To us a child of royal birth 80 

Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 26 

Try us, O God, and search the ground. . 72 
'Twas when I lay on ruin's brink 232 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb 19 

Urge on your rapid course 107 

Vain, delusive world, adieu 172 

Vain are all terrestrial pleasures 161 

Vain man, thy fond pursuits 69 

Walk in the light so thou shalt know 67 

Watch for his coming 245 

Watchman, tell me does the 200 

Watch man, tell us of the night 142 

Weary of earthly care 191 

Weary souls that wander wide 146 

We bring no glittering treasures 175 

We, by his spirit prove 105 

Weep not for a brother deceased 168 

We have gathered to hear 250 

We have no outward righteousness 11 

We know, by faith we know 112 

Welcome, delightful morn 125 

Welcome, sweet day of rest 112 

We lift our hearts to thee 89 

We shall see Him in our nature 162 

What a sinner I have been ! 270 

What glory gilds the sacred page 43 

What majesty and grace 95 

What now is my object and aim 169 

What on earth have I to boast of 258 

What poor despised company 212 

What various hindrances we meet 27" 

When Abraham, though severely tried.. 25 

When are you coming 304 

When I can read my title clear 81 

When Israel, of the Lord beloved. . . , . , 81 

When I survey the wondrous cross 17 

When marshaled on the nightly 36. 

When, my Saviour, shall I be 137 

When on the brink of death 99; 

When shall thy love constrain 87 

When torn is the bosom by 177 

Which of the monarchs of the earth 62 

While clinging to Jesus 21R 

While God invites, how blest the day 19- 

While thee I seek protecting power 75 

While we walk with God in light 144 

While with ceaseless course the sun 143- 

Whither goest thou, pilgrim 221 

Who are these in bright array 217 

Who in the Lord confide 108 

Why do we mourn for dying friends 68' 

Why should our tears in sorrow flow 45 

Why should the children of a king 55 

Why should we boast of time to come ... 68 

Why should we lament the lot 144 

Why should we start and fear to die 9- 

Within thy house, O Lord our God 51 

With joy we hail the sacred day 43 

With joy we lift our eyes 85» 

With joy we meditate the grace 51 

With patient hand and 233. 

Woe to the men on earth who dwell 51 

Work fof the night is coming 301 

Would you always conqueror 225 


(Vould you in the fight be true 237 

Would you know the Spirit's power ? 261 

Ye faithful souls who Jesus know 9 

Ye ransomed sinners, hear 126 

Ye servpnts of God, your master pro- 
claim 194 

Ye virgin souls, arise 125 

Ye who know your sins 159 

Yield to me now for I am weak 116 

Zion stands with hills surrounded 151 




Arise and bless the Lord 8i> 

Before Jehovah's awful throne 5 

Beings of beings, God of love 48 

CallJehovah thy Salvation 157 

Christians, brethren, ere we part 137 

Come sound tiis praise abroad 99 

Eternal power who-se high abode 83 

From a 1 that dwell below the skies 5 

Great God attend while Zion sings 83 

Holy as thon, O Lord, IS none 7 

How pleasant, how divinely fair 23 

Intny name O Lord as embhng 150 

Lord, di^^mis- us with thy blessing, bid IHO 

Lord dismiss as with thy blessing, fill 160 

Lord, we come bef re thee now 141 

O, how the thought of God attracts 70 

O thou whom all thy saints adore 31 

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven 152 

Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise 38 

The Lord Jehovah reigns 124 


Come, Father. Son and Holy Ghost. 
Come, thou almighty King 



Father, to tee my soul I lift 61 

Father, how wide thy glory t^hines 47 

Tue spacious firmament on high 


All hail the power of Jesus' name 48 

Awake.and sing the song 81 

Come.l'it us join our cheerful songs 45 

I love the holy Son of God 201 

Jesas, thou everla-ting Kin? 39 

Jesus, we look to thee 80 

Jesus, where'e thy pe )ple meet 27 

Let ererlasting gloriPs crown 15 

Look, ye sain* s. the sight js gloriouB 153 

Not all the blood of beasts 85 

O Chri«t, who has pr 'pared 27 

O, cosldl speak the matchless worth 123 

O, for a thousand tongues to sing 48 

Hun of my soul, my Saviour d^ar 1 

The day of Christy the day of God 27 

We shall see him in our nature 165 

Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim — 192 


Hark! the herald angels sing 135 

Jesus, whom angel hosts adore 17 

Joy to the world, the Lord has come 71 

To us a child of royal birth 80 

When marshaled on a nightly plain 36 


Ala=i, and did my Saviour biped 82 

Behold the Saviour of mankind 56 

Hark, the voice of love and mercy 151 

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 41 

This, this is he that came 97 

Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow 15 

When I survey the wondrous cross 17 



Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 

Come, ye saints, look here and wonder 1.5!> 

He dies, the friend of sinners dies 39 


Hail, thou once despised Jesus 154 

I know that my Re^ eemer lives 7 

Jesus, the Lord of Gl.iry died 61 

O thou, whose ofEering on the tree 7 

Redeemer of mankind 85- 

The hi ad that once was crowned with thorns 51 
With joy we meditnte the grace 51 


Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire 5(> 

Come, Holy Ghost, in love 184 

Come Spirit, source of light 85 

Enthroned on high, almighty Lord 5ft 

Eternal Spiritj God of irn h 51 

Gracious Sp.rit, love divine 184 

Holy Ghost, dispel our tadnees 162 

Holy Ghost, witu light divine 134 

Holy Spirit, fount oi. blessing 156 

Lord God, the Holy Ghost lOft 

Lord, we believe to us and oru:s 22 

O come Creator, spirit blest 7 

On all the earth thy spirit shower 15 

O spirit of the living God 24 

Sinners, lift up your hearts 126 


And am I only born to die 1S3 

Broad is the road that leads to death .. 19 

Hasten, sinner, to be wise I3ft 

Hearts of etone, relent, relent 148 

Now is the accepted time HO 

O where shall rest be found If 8 

Thou Son of God whose flaming eyes 43 

Vain man, thy fond pursuits 69^ 

While God invites, how blest the day j9 

why should we boa-t of time to come gg 

Deep are the wounds which sin has made ... 21 

How helpless nature lies 89 

Jesus a word, a look, from thee 21 

Lord, we are vile, conceived in ein 1& 

O that I could repent, O that 89- 


Almighty Maker of my frame 21 

How swift, th» torrent rolls 87 

How vain is all beneath the skies 19 

Lo! on a narrow neck of land 1?J 

Shrinking from the cold hand 21 

Thee we adore, eternal name 53 


And must I be be lo judgment brought 68 

Day of judgment, day of wonder 1,57 

That awful flay will t^urely come 69 

There is a time we know not when 4.'> 

Thou judge of quick and dead 97 

Woo to the men on earth who 5& 





Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire 56 

i'ather of all, in whom alone 55 

Hail, satred truth 53 

Bow perfect is thy word 99 

How precious is thy book diriEe 67 

-Jesus, the word bestow 91 

The counsels of redeeming grace 47 

Thy law lo perfect, Lord of litht 54 

What glory gilds the sacred page 43 


God's holy law transgressed 95 

Grace, 'tis a ctiarming sound 99 

How great the wisdom, power and 58 

How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 23 

Bow sweet the name of Jesus sounds 77 

Of him who did salvation bring 24 

what amazing words of grace 54 

SalTation, O the joyful sonnd 59 

The gofpel! O what endless charms 59 

There is a fountain filled with blood 85 

Thy ceaseless unexhausted love 60 

What majesty and grace 95 


Arm of the Lord, awake, awake ^6 

Awake Jerusalem, awake 26 

Daughter of Zion, from the dust 58 

Glorious things of thee are spoken 150 

Great scource of being and of love 15 

Hear what God, the Lord hath spoken 152 

1 love thy kingdom, Lord 112 

Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 26 

Who in the Lord confide 103 

Zion stands with hills surrounded 151 


Behold what condescending love 57 

■Our children thou didst claim 91 

See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands 57 


According to thy gracious word 53 

■Come, thou everlasting Spirit 164 

Jesua, at whose supreme command 56 

Jesus drinks the biiter cup 171 

Jesus, we thus obey 91 

The King of heaven his table spreads 43 

Till he come! O let the words l44 


All praise to our redeeming Lord 75 

And are we yet alive 103 

Blest are the sons of peace 89 

Blest be the tie that binds 89 

•Center of our hopes thou art 148 

Christ, from whom all b!e=sings flow 138 

Come, and let us sweetly join 138 

Come, thou high and lofty Lord 138 

Come, wisdom, power and grace divine 128 

Giver of concord, prince of peace 73 

Giver of peace and unity 24 

Glory be to God above 139 

Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep 72 

Jesus, Lord, we 1< ok to thee 139 

L f up your hearts to things above 75 

Our God is love and all his saints fit 

The heavenly treasure now we have 66 

The sacred bond of perfeotness 64 

Try us, O God, and search the ground....... 72 

While we walk with God in light 144 


Come, let us join with one accord 51 

Far from my thoughts, vain world begone... 39 


Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows 11 

Safely through another week 149 

Welcome, sweet day of .est 112 

With joy we hail the sacred day 43 


Gentle Jesus, meek and mild 137 

Giveme to trust in thee 95 

Happy the home when God is there 43 

Jesus, while our hearts are blteoing , 164 

Once more, my soul, tha rising day 47 

Saviour, while my heart is tender 165 

See how the morning sun 89 

The day IS I asc and tone !09 

We lift our hearts to thee 89 


And let our bodies pat 96 

)< xcept the Lord conduct the plan 129 

How beauteous are their feet 91 

Jesus, my strength and righteousnt ss 75 

Jesus, the name high over all 41 

Jesus, the word of mercy give 73 

LetZion's wrtchmen all awake 51 

Lord, if at thy command 112 

Saviourof men, thy seachingeye 22 

Sow in the morn thy seed 108 


Almost persuaded, now to believe.... 187 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 127 

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast.... .. .. 49 

Come, O ye sinners, to the Lord 29 

Come, sinners, to 1 he gospel ft ast 38 

Come, we; ry sinne's come 114 

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy Iri6 

Come ye disconsolate 192 

Delay not, delay not 189 

Prom the cros-:, upl fted high ,..146 

Hark ! the Sav our's 163 

Ho, every I nethat thirst- 18 

Jesus, Redeemer of mankind 53 

Just as thou art, without one trace 9 

Look unto Christ, ye sinners, own 64 

O wondrous love divine 114 

Return, O wanderer, return 49 

Return, O wanderer, to thy borne 49 

Sinners, obey the gospel word 29 

Sinners, turn, why will ye die 143 

Smners, turn while God is near 143 

Sinners, will you scorn the message 146 

There's a wideness in God's mercy 162 

Weary souls that wander wide 146 


Ah! whither should I go 106 

And can I yet delay ; 93 

Depth of mercy, can there be 208, 145 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep 93 

Father, I dare believe 95 

God is in this and every place 67 

God of my life, what just retnrh... 35 

How oft have I thy spirit erieved 79 

Is there a thing too hard for thee 67' 

Jesus, let thy pitying eye 173 

Jesus, lover of my soul 141 

Jesus, thy far extended fame 22 

Just as I am. with' ut one plea 9 

Light of those whose dreary dwel ing 164 

Lord, I despair my.-elf to heal 11 

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 163 

O disclose thy lovely face 147 

O for a glance of heavenly day. .s 21 

O for that tenderness of heart 47 

O that I could my Lord receive 65 

O that I could repent, with 91 

Prostrate at Jesus feet HI 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me ]4d 


Saviour, see me frotu Above '■ ■■ '"'^ 

Bavioar, Prince of Israel's race 1« 

Bhow pity, Lord O Lord, forgive 38 

Btay, thou insulted Spirit, stay 19 

Though eighteen hundred years 17 

When shall thy love constrain o| 

O that thou wonldst not have Ill 

backslidhsit deplored. 

Jesus, friend of sinnei o, hear 

Jesus , the all-restoring •word 

O for a closer walk with God 

O f t>r that flame of living fire ._ 

The long lost son with streaming eyes . 


Amazing grace how sweet the 63 

Hark! my soul, it is the Lord U5 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 77 

In answer to ten thousand prayers 64 

In evil long I took delight 64 

I was a wandering sheep 103 

Jesus my all, to heaven is gone 37 

Jesus, to thee I now can fly 65 

Let not the wise their wisaom boast 11 

O how happy are they.......... ; 201 

O what shall I do my Saviour to praise 194 

We have no outward righteousness 11 


Arise, my soul, arise................. 1^4 

Great God indulge my humble claim u 

How can a sinner know... 113 

Lord, how secure and blest are they sm 

Spirit of faith, come down..... ]^^ 

Thou great raystericus God unknown is^ 

We, by his Spirit prove..... lOo 

Why ehonld the children of a King so 


Abba Father, hear thy child 140 

All things are possible to him l^i 

Blest are the pure in heart 109 

Called from above, I.rise... 9o 

Come, Holy Ghost, all-quicken ng. fire 117 

Come, Lord, and claim me for thine own... bb 

Come, O my God, the promise seal 59 

Come, O thou traveler unknown lib 

Come, Saviour, Je-us, from above S3 

Father. Son and Holy Ghost 148 

Forever here my rest shall. be bb 

Holy Lamb, who thee receive lob 

If thou impart thyself to me 58 

I know that my Redeemer lives. 63 

I thirst thou wounded Lamb of God io 

Jesus plant and root in me 1™ 

Jesus, the sinner's rest thou art 5.t 

Jesus, my truth, my way 93 

Jeeus, my life, thyself apply ^ 

Jesus, thme all-victorious love bo 

Jesus, in whom the Godhead's f* 

Let him to whom we now belong o* 

Lord. I believe a rest remains b/ 

Love divine all love excellimt.. i»» 

O for a heart to praise my God e>i 

O that my load of Bin were gone ^ 

O come and dwell in me... 9r) 

O glorious hope of perfect love l^i 

O love divine, how sweet thou »rt i-^ 

Prince of p^ace, control my will i»o 

Take my life and let it be.. -U 

The thing my God d-th hate.. V6 

To thee great God of love I bow 1/ 

When my Savionr. shall I be \lj. 

Ye ransomed sinner, hear.. 
Yield to me now for 1 am 



A charge to keep I have ^ 

Behold the of grace »' 

Bid me of men beware •. ^'* 

Blest hour when mortal man retires li 

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare '»» 

Come thou long expected Jesus lbs 

Father of me and all mankind *» 

From every stormy wind that blows ^3 

Foantain oflife, toall beJow «» 

Full of trembling expectation ibi 

God or almighty love °^ 

God o; love, who hearest prayer >« 

I want a heart to pray 1"^ 

Jesus I fain would find............ 9D 

Jesus, my Saviour, Brother. Friend ^' 

Jesus, my strength, my hope "* 

Lord, that I may learn of thee 'js 

Lori, fiU mo with an humble fear 1' 

My faith looks up to thee l°* 

Nearer, my God, to thee ..• ^^Y^ 

O for a faith that will not shrink '» 

O thou who camest from above ^° 

Prayer is appointed to convey ' 

Sweet is the prayer who-e holy stream « 

Saviour when in dust to thee ^*i 

Sweet the moments rich in blessing iba 

The praying Spirit breathe.. «' 

They who seek the throne of pace isa 

Thy presence.L ord. the place shall fiU g9 

What various hindrances we meet ^ 

When on the brink of death ^ 


Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to bear 27 

O it is hard to work for God J* 

Worldlings in the shadow rest i^b 


Am I a soldie- of the cross 

Angels our march oppose 

Arise, ye saints, arite^ • • • 

Behold the Christian Warrior stands 
Equip me for the war 



_ 110 

Fark! how the watchmen cry 107 
the good tight have fought l" 

Jesus, the conquerer reigns ^y^ 

My soul, be on thy guard i^ 

O mav tby powerful word J"' 

Pray without ceasing, pray ^f^ 

Soldiers of Christ, arise.. \'^' 

Surrounded by a host of foes i^» 

Urge on your rapid course i^« 

When I can read my title clear »i 


17 • i 

All scenes aUke engaging prove " ; 

Away, my unbelieving fear 3' 

Erernal beam of light diyme , 85 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss « 

God moves in a mysterious way W 

God is the refnge of his saints 85 

Gently, Lo.d, O gently lead us ,....153 

Go to dark Gethsemane {*' 

How firm a foundation '^o 

If on a quiet sea.. .....■■■ •, "5 

In the c OSS of C-hrist I rlory 162 

Jesus, I my crosshave takfU 15* 

hoM of life when foes assail ^s— • 1" 

O thou, from whom aU goodness flows 58 

O thou who driest the mourners' tears ^ 

O holy Saviour, friend unseen ^ 

Rubmipsively. my God • |i^ 

Son of God, thy blessing ^nt^- i^e 

Thou sweet, be oved wiQ of .God 37 

Thou Lamb of God. thou P"nce. 35 

Thy gracious presence, O my God *» 

WhUe thee I seek prptecting power 78 

When Abraham, thongh severely tried 52 


Arise my soul, on wings sublime 19 

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve H3 

Behold! the servemt of the Lord 112 

Behold I come with joy to do 78 

Children of the heavenly King 1+2 

(roide me, O thou e;reat Jehovah 155 

Had I the gift of tongues 91 

How happy the sorrowful man 163 

I'm not ashamed to own my Lord 77 

I thank thee, uncreated Sun 120 

Jesus, thy boundless love to me 120 

Let worldly minds the world porsne *' 

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine 23 

Lord, I believe thy every word 41 

My gracious Lord, 1 own thy r ght 7 

Master, I own thy lawful claim 121 

O thou, to whose all-searching sight ]9 

O thou who hast at thy command 22 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare 125 

Vain, delusive world, adieu 172 

Walk in the light, so shalt thou know 67 

What now is my object and aim 169 

"Ye faithful souls who Jesue know 


Away my needless fears 91 

Begin, my soul, some heavenly theme 71 

Come away to the skies 178 

Come, thou fount of every blessing 160 

Come, ye that love the Lord 101 

Come on, my partners in distress 130 

Fade, fade each earthly joy 191 

Give me the wings of faith to rise 7t 

How tedious and tastelesn t! e hours 166 

How do thy mercies close mc round 25 

How happy are the little flock 131 

I'll praise my Maker while I'vt, breath 122 

Let all men rejoice 195 

Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesns Ifi5 

Lo! he comes with clouds descending 150 

My God, my life, my love 99 

My God, my portion and my lore 83 

My God, 1 am thine 179 

My God, the spring of all my joys 62 

O bless the Lord, my soul Ill 

O thou in whose presence 201 

O thou God of my salvation 161 

O 'tis delight without alloy 80 

Talk witn us. Lord, thyself reveal 49 

This, this is the God we adore 169 

Thou hidden scource of calm repose 119 

Thou shepherd of Israel and mine 168 

Which of the monarchs of the earth 62 


Away with our sorrow and fear 166 

Come, let us anew 182 

Come let us join our friends above 77 

Come to the land of peace 115 

Deathless spirit, now arise 141 

Far from these scenes of night 114 

Forever with the Lord 105 

Give me the wings of faith to rise, 71 

How happy every child of grace 83 

How happy is the pilgrim's lot 132 

I longto behold him arrayed 169 

I would not Jivealway 181 

Jerusalem, my happy home 81 

No need of the sun in that day 167 

One sweetly solemn thought 115 

On Jordan^s storm y banks I stand 79 

O what a mighty change 103 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 171 

The God of Abraham praise 186 

There is an hour of peaceful rest 69 

There is a land of pure delight 79 

Though nature's strength decay 186 

We know, by faith, we know 112 


Arm of the Lord, awake, awake 26 

Behold the heathen wait to know 13 

From Greenland's icy mountains 174 

Headof the church whose spirit fills 15 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 31 

Jesus, thy churcli with longing eyes 31 

Roll on, thou mighty ocean 174 

See how great a flame aspires 142 

Shepherd of souls with pitying eye 13 

The morning light is breaking 175 

Watchman, tell us of the night 142 


Brother, hast thou wandered far 137 

Mourn for the thou-ands slain 108 

Come, let us anew our journey pursue 183 

Come, let us use the divine 60 

While with ceaseless course the sun 143 

Ye virgin souls, arise 115 


Eternal source of every joy 27 

God bless our native land 184 

Great God ! beneath whose piercing eye 30 

Great God of nations, now to thee 33 

My country! 'tis of thee 185 


Great is the Lord, our God 85 

Within thy house, O Lord our God 51 


Calm on the bosom of thy God 69 

Happy soul, thy days are ending 199 

Hosanna to Jesus on high 169 

O for an overcoming faith 43 

Servant of God, well done 105 

There is a beautiful world 213 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb 19 

Weep not for a brother deceased 168 

Why do we mourn for dying friends 68 

Why should our tears in sorrow flow 45 

Why should we lament the lot 144 

Why should we start and fear to die 9 

Abel 209 

Aim 100 

Aletta 149 

All for Precious 

Souls 240 

AUandale 212 

Almost Persuaded 187 
Altoona 115 

Amen to the Truth 243 
America 185 




















At Evening Time 



It Shall Be 









Blessed Are 




Poor in Spirit 201 


Blessed Bible 


Blessed Sunlight 




Bonny Doon 










Brattle Street 










Cambridge 74 

Carmarthen 126 

Carrie 94 

Cast Thy Bread 
upon the Wa- 
ters 252 
Chelmsford 59 
Chimes 50 
China 68 
Christmas 46 
Cleansing Fount- 
ain 82 
Clinging to the 

Cross 196 

Clinging to the 

Mighty One 193 
Come to Jesus 183 
Come to the Sav- 
iour To-day 257 
Come Ye Discon- 
solate 192 
Coming to Mt. 

Calvary 269 

Condescension 48 

Confess Your Sins 261 
Conflict 107 

Consecrated 214 

Contrast 166 

Coronal 42 

Coronation 40 

Cranbrook 100 

Cross and Crown 65 
Crown Him 303 

Cumwell 86 

Dare to Do Right 202 
Deciding To-night 304 
Dedham 44 

Deliverance Will 

Come 220 

Dennis 88 

Depth of Mercy 208 
Desire 16 

Dover • 109 

Downieville 94 

Doxology 307 

Drifting Away 302 
Duane Street 36 

Duke Street 31 

Duncan 46 

Dundee 50 

Elmswood 104 

Eltham 144 

Emburg 16 

Enon's Isle 168 

Eternity's Beggar 2^4 
Eternity— Where? 251 
Evan 55 

Even Me 163 

Everlasting 286 

Exhortation 180 

Faith 74 

Farland 98 

Federal Street 20 

Fern 50 

Fern Dell 165 

Flint 52 

Forest 28 

Forever with the 

Let Me Go. 




Let Me Go to the 



Vineyard of 

Free Indeed 










Gathered to hear of 



the Saviour 


Loose the Cable 






Glory, Hallelujah 230 

Lost in Sight of 

God Hath Given 



Me a Song 


Lost in the Night 


Golden Harvest 




Golden Hill 


Loving Kindness 




Lo! We Come 












Guide Us, Saviour 153 





Happy Zion 







Hark, My Soul 




Harvest Time 






Mighty Trump 


Hasten, Brother 

Missionary's Fare 






He Answered Nev 

Missionary Hymn 174 

er a Word 




Hear and Live 


Mourning Wan- 







My Friend 




My Jesus, I Love 

Help Just a Little 283 



He is Coming 


My Redeemer 





He that Goeth 

Forth and 







Hew the Agag 


New Beulah Land 204 



New Haven 


His Mighty Love 




Home of the Soul 178 

No Sorrow There 






How Firm a 











Immanuel'sLand 235 

Come to the 

In the Silent Mid- 



night Watches 241 






Invitation Hjrmn 


Old Hundred 


I've Missed It at 

Olive's Brow 






Will Follow 








My Cross 


I Will Rejoice 


My Soul 


Jefferson Street 


Only for Souls 



Our Lord is Risen 

Outside the Gate 




Jesus and I 
Jesus, My All 
John Street 




Passing Away 


T nhnn 


Pentecost Band 




Pet rborough 




Pilesgrove 29 

Pilgrim Stranger 221 
Pleyel s Hymn 136 
Portland 167 

Portugal 14 

Precious Wor er 272 

Quietude 76 

Repent, O Ye Sin- 



Safe within the 

Separation from 

the World 
216 Shirland 

Sicilian Hymn 


Silver Street 



Soul's Delight 

Spanish Hymn 


State Street 



St. Louis 

St. Martin's 

St. Thomas 



Sun of My Soul 

Sweet Home 

Sweet Hour 































The Barren 

The Clanging 

Bells 284 

The Cleansing 

Wave 239 

The Contrast 234 

The Fire is on the 

Altar 277 

The Glory 232 

The Harvest Field 237 
The Last Call 198 
The Lily of the 

Valley 227 


The Old Rugged 

The Paradise of 

The Pentecost 

The Precious 

There Is a Beauti- 
ful City 

The Waiting 


The Wanderer 

The Way of the 

Thine the Glory 

To be Lost in the 

To-day the Sav- 

L. M. 

iour Calls 

Though Ye Have 
Lain Among 
the Pots. 

Thousands for Je- 


Time Speeds 








177 Waiting by the I Where Am I Drift- 

I River 159 1 ing 25'!= 

iWard 6 White Robes 217 

278 Ware 20 Why Don't You 

Warwick 63 Come to Jesus 225 

260 Watchman S. M. 88 Willoughby 
98 Watchman 8s &7s 200 Willow-Dale 

I Webb 175 WUmot 

206 We Have Gathered |Windham 
146, to Hear of a Woodbridge 
292 Saviour 250 Woodland 

73 We'll Girdle the 
I Globe with 
30| Salvation 

I Wells 27j mg 

52 What Have I to World of Light 
! Boast of 258: 

"^fc|,What a Sinner I IZanesville 
'8i Have Been 270 Zion 

[Wood worth 
I Work for the 
300, Night is Com- 














Bonny Doon 



Duane Street 

Duke Street 


Federal Street 




Invitation Hymn 






My Redeemer Lives 6ji^,,„„ 






Brattle Street 





S. M. 

Cleansing Foun- 
in! tain 
-.g Coronation 

Cross and Crown 



Old Hundred 

Olive's Brow 



Our Lord is Risen 


Portugal . 








Sun of my Soul 

Sweet Hour of 


C. M. 







Mario w 


Mourning Wander 








St. Martins 
20 Siloam 

8 Tribute 


212 Warwick (11> 







^OiForever with the 
55 Lord 
S*^ Golden Harvest 
74!Golden Hill 
5* Lebanon 
g' Lisbon 
^1 No Sorrow There 

72|Jeffer8on Street 
42 Saunders 




4 6s and 2 8s. 







4 LINES 7s 

97 Hark my Soul 




44St. Thomas 

Silver Street 
State Street 
World of Light 


6 LINES 8s. 

Pleyel's Hymn 
St. Louis 

. 6 Lines 7s. 

8 LINES 7s. 

98 Martyn 

Spanish Hymn 
8s and 7s. 




Carmarthen 126 

108'Haddam 127 

90;Lenox 124 

94 Lischer 125 

1QQ 886, 886. 







120 Blessed Are 
119| Poor 



Even Me 


Contrast 166:Consecration 214 

Oak 191 

Fern DeU 


Enon's Isle 168 Dare to do Right 202 

Outside the Gate 190 



Portland 167 

Depth of Mercy 208 

O Where Are the 


I Will Praise 



Frederick 181 
He that Goeth 

Reapers -Mi 
Passing Away 208- 



Abel 209 

Forth 205 

Penitence 172 

Let Me Go 


Almost Persuad- 

Hintou 189 

Portuguese Hymn 188 



ed 187 

His Mighty Love 180 

Soul's Delight 179 



America 185 

Home of the Soul 178 

Sweet Home 176 



Amst-erdam 171 

How Firm a Foun- 

The Last Call 198 

Waiting by the 

Among the Bil- 

dation 188 

The W^anderer 215 



lows 197 

Jesus and I 218, 219 

Thine the Glory 195 

Bethany 210 

Jesus My All 211 

Time Speeds 

8s, 7s and 4s. 

Blessed are the 

John Street 186 

Away 20e 

Guide Us Sav- 


Poor in Spirit 201 

Kison 173 

To-day the Sav- 


Blessed Bible 207 

Loose the Cable 199 

iour Calls 177 

Happy Zion 


Clinging to the 
Cross 196 

Lucas 182 
Lyons 194 

Watchman 20O 
Webb 175 

Sicilian Hymn 


Cling to the 

Merdin 170 White Robes 217 


Mighty One 193 

Missionary Hymn 174 

Why Don't You 

8 Lines 8s. 

Come to Jesus 18S 

My Friend 216 

Come to Jesus? 225 

Come Ye Discon- 

New Beulah Land 204 



solate 192 

New Haven 184 


No. First Hue Tane Page. 

Ill I know that my Redeemer My Redeemer Lives 7 

73 Sun of my soul Sun of my soul 7' 

379 Just as lam Hamburg 9f 

332 Just as thou art Woodworth ft. 

95 When I survey Ohvet 17 

489 There is a place.... Retreat 23 

83 To us a child Uxbndge 30 

84 When marshaled on Duane Street 36 

56 All hail the power Coronation 41 

55 O for a thousand V 41 

606 Father, whate'er Naomi ••••.... 45 

320 Retum.O wand'rerto thy Return 49 

323 Come, humble sinner Condescem ion 49 

759 By coolSiloam's Siloam 57 

21*5 See Israel's gentle '" 57 

187 Salvation! O the joyful Chelmsford 59 

553 Am I a soldier of the Arlington 60 

401 Amazing grace Warwick 63 

392 InevillongI took delight .. Brown '. 64- 

82 Joy to the world, the Lord..! Antioch 71 

400 I heard the voice of Jesus say Quietude 77' 

384 The long lost son with Morning Wanderer 7* 

241 Blest be the tie that binds Deimie 89 

6 Come sound his name Silver Street 99 

662 Come ye that love the Lord Ain 101 

398 Iwas a wandering sheep Lebanon lOS 

556 Soldiers of Christ, arise Conflict 107 

565 My soul bf> on thy guard Laban .110 

208 I love thy kingdom, Lord Shirland 112 

.306 O wondrous love divine No Sorrow There 114 

716 Far from the scenes of " 114 

713 One sweetly solemn thought Altoona 115 

719 Come to the laid of peace " 115 

416 Arise, my soul, arise Lenox 124 

266 Welcome, delightful mora Lischer 125 

69 Ocouldl speak the matchless Ariel 128 

100 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day Wilmot 134 

85 Hark the herald angels sing Hendon 135 

149 Hasten, sinner, to be wise Pleyel's Hymn 136 

278 Gentle Jesas meek and mUd St. Louis 137 

235 Come and let us sweetly join Guide 188 

4.54 Take my life and let it be Spanish Hymn 119 

380 Jesus, lover of my soul Tlomrtward 141 

36'< Bock of Ages Toplady 146 

265 Safely through another Aletta 149 

11 In thy name, O Lord Zion 160 

202 Zion stands with hills Happy Zion i 151 

628 Guide me, O thou great " \ 151 

200 Glorious Ihings of thee ; Sicilian Hymn 1 152 

761 ashepherd Ooide ns, Sarioor .\. 158 

604 Gently Lord, O gently lead ns *' .\ US 

21 12 

1 am wainn.< by the river Waiting by the river 159 

30 Lord, dismits us Greenville 160 

859 Lord, 1 hear of showers Even Me 163 

277 Saviour while my heart l^ern Dell 165 

722 Away with our sorrow Poitland 166 

723 No need of the sun " 167 

Burst ye emerald gates Merdin 170 

870 Jesus, let thy pitying ej e Kison 173 

751 From Greenland's icy Lipsionary Hymn 174 

753 The morning light is breaking Webb 175 

762 We bring no glittering trea ures " 175 

I have started for Canaan Sweet Home 177 

To-day the Saviour calls 177 

Home of the soul 178 

Come to Jesus 183 

f77 My country 'lis of thee Ameiica 1S5 

333 Almost persuaded ^ 187 

Outside the gate 190 

I'm but a stranger here Oak 191 

690 Fade, fade each earthly joy " -. 191 

828 Come ye discoQSolite 92 

Cling to the mighty one 193 

Among the billows . . 197 

Watcliman, tell me Watchman 200 

Blessed are the poor in Sptil.., -^01 

Dare to do right 202 

O where are the reapers 203 

He that goeth forth 205 

Blessed Bible, how I love it 207 

Depth of mercy 208 

We are passing aw y *. 208 

528 Nearer my God to thee 210 

Jesus my all ill 

World of light 218 

O wh '11 stand up Consecration 214 

Ihavefiiinil a f riend in Jesns The Lily of theValley 227 

"Landahwad!" Its fruits are waving Safe within the Vail i29 

There's a highway for the ransomed Glory! Hallelnj h 230 

The sands of time are sinking Immanuel's Land 235 

Oh, now I see the crimsoa wave The Cleansing Wave 239 

Oh, the sunlight of heav'n Blessed Sunlight 242 

He is coming, he is coming He is C ming 244 

O valian'^-hearted soldiers Valiant-hearted Soldiers 246 

Awake, my soul in joyful lays Loving Kindness 247 

Hapten, brother, hasten, blow tlie Hasten, Brother, H^isten 248 

We have gathere-e I tohearofa Saviour .... We Have Gathered to Hear of aSaviour 250 

Cast thy bre id upon the waters Cast Thy Bread Upon the Waters 2.52 

O there is a beaut ful city There is a Beautiful City 255 

The' flocks and herds may perish I Will Eejoice 256 

The word of the Lord ha^ bee a given Come to the Saviour To-day 257 

What on earth have I to boast of What Have I tp Boast of 258 

Long in far off countries Lost in Bight of Home 259 

There are thousands who wander Thousands for Jesus. 260 

Lo! we come to preach glad tidings Lo! We Come 261 

Jewel-gatherers for a crown 271 

Only for souls, our life's work Only for b'ouls 275 

Bringthy spirit, soul and body The Fire is on the Altar 277 

Lo! these years I came expecting The Barren Fig Tree 279 

^ My Jesus, I love thee My Jesus, I Love Thee 280 

^Redeemed, yes, redeemed Kedeemed ; 285 

Thou didst leave thy throne 295 

The blood that Jesus shed for me 289 

Oh this uttermost salvation 289 

OurMoster has taken his journey 291 

Our Lord is now rejected 291 

God be with you till we meet again 291 

Anywhere with Jesus , 293 

In God I have found a re treat 293 

There sliall be showers of blessing 293 

Do you know what makes us happy 299 

Hear the pennies dropping 299 

O sweet will of God thou 299 

Behold the hands stretched out for aid We'll Girdle the Globe with Salvation ........ 300 



The figures in the first column refer to the number of the hymn in the 
Hymn Book. The figures of the second column give the page on which they 
may be found in this book. 

Hymn Page Hymn Pajje Hymn Page Hymn Page Hymn Page Hymn Page 

1 5 









4£4 139 

2 5 









466 54 

3 33 









458 56 

4 33 









459 66 

5 35 









460 116 

6 99 









461 116 

7 47 









466 66 

8 47 









469 24 

9 49 









472 66 

10 152 









473 59 

n 150 









476 158 

13 85 









482 121 

15 31 









488 45 

16 23 









489 23 

19 124 









490 7 

28 141 









491 27 

30 157 









492 11 

32 7 









495 87 

33 15 









496 97 

34 70 









497 95 

36 137 









498 109 

38 160 









499 136 

39 160 









500 141 

43 70 









501 134 

47 185 









502 135 

51 61 









503 135 

54 47 









604 165 

55 41 









.505 165 

56 41 









506 164 

57 41 









508 93 

59 30 









609 45 

60 25 









511 59 

61 13 









519 75 

62 87 









522 63 

63 85 









523 29 

64 87 









524 27 

69 128 









527 184 

71 25 









528 210 

72 23 









536 17 

73 7 









538 113 

76 194 









639 96 

76 162 









641 113 

78 155 









542 99 

79 17 









543 27 

82 71 









547 54 

83 30 









553 60 

84 36 









554 81 

85 135 








33 , 

556 110 

90 41 









567 99 

91 15 









569 101 

92 56 









562 29 

93 82 









563 123 

94 17 









665 110 

95 17 









666 101 

96 87 









567 107 

99 151 









568 101 

100 134 









569 110 

101 39 









670 107 


The figures in the first column refer to the number of the hymn in thfl 
Hymn Book. The figures of the second column give the page on which they 
may be found in this book. 

Hymn Page Hymn Page Hymn Page Hymn Page Hymn Page Hymn Page 

571 111 









775 60 

572 101 









776 183 

573 62 









777 185 

575 73 









778 184 

577 37 









780 30 

578 31 









781 27 

579 115 









782 33 

585 115 









794 51 

587 58 




99 ■ 





796 85 

589 25 









802 105 

590 17 









804 68 

591 35 









805 45 

592 35 









806 43 

594 154 









807 69 

595 157 









816 19 

596 195 









817 9 

597 188 









820 144 

599 35 









822 199 

600 37 









823 168 

602 209 









824 169 

60i 153 









838 153 

606 45 









848 214 

607 65 









854 17ft 

609 136